When many of us reflect on the Holocaust, the beauty of the…
I locked myself out again. What the everloving fuck?
Lifeblogging everything today since I don’t want to take a quiz
It has been a strange day today.
As I was about to escape the floor at work and clock out, this picture-perfect grandma lady caught my attention with an urgent (read as: Candy Crush Saga-related) [computer account] ID issue. It took me about 25 minutes to get her where she needed to be, but she was really sweet and polite and patient as I bumbled. (She also kept whispering her passwords to me, even though I kept telling her to type them in for herself. I also now have the name and birthdate of her saintly late husband committed to memory.) In the end, though, I got her where she wanted to be, and, when we were done, she patted me on the shoulder and told me I was the kind of man that gave her faith in my generation, and that she wanted her grandkids to be like me, which, well, hell, felt pretty amazing, especially as she was the best grandma lady ever. (If cookies come for me tomorrow when I am not there, I am going to be upset. I have this weird thing with elderly female customers sending me things, and, man, I want cookies.) Also, she smelled like sandalwood, so everything was just so chill, even when it took us ten minutes to get her a password the system would accept…
Missed my bus (because of my grandma friend), but the next one was early, and it was sunny, and I ran into my super taking all the grandkids on a walk (one of them is apparently my little bud, and he tried to disengage from the group and follow me back to the apartment, haha).
Got home, put an enchilada in the microwave, took the laundry downstairs and got it started… and discovered my keys were not in my pocket, and, yeah, the super just took the grandkids to the park…
Did some laundry, was passive-aggresively SUPERNICE to my neighbor who took up all but one of the washers with her shit, and then showed up 30 minutes after her loads were done.
Got the spare key from my super, fist bumped my little buddy and tried to teach his shy cousin to high five (too shy), ate lunch, read some homework, felt like the balance of my day was returning to good, then spilled enchilada sauce all over my shorts. Took the recycling out and then…. a cicada jumped on my shirt and I carried it all the way into my apartment until I felt IT CRAWLING ON MY NECK. whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
…Got it in a plastic bag and took it outside, now listening in on a call about Social Security changing its requirements for gender changes on documents humdedum?
(Also, I put in to take my court date day off, and am a little sad because my company has a special section for taking off for Jury/Witness duty, but that doesn’t appear to include having to go to court to get my name changed, and I wanted to be special. Alas.)
Girlfriend’s surgery tomorrow. It’s gonna be okay. (See how I just snuck that in there? Hums. But, really, it is going to be fine.)
/Rambling on a Wednesday.
Sooo, does anyone use any testosterone therapy methods besides injection? If so, what’s your opinion on it?
I have been using testosterone gel (Testim) for 14 months. While I am hesitant to compare my transitional experience to those of people who use injectable testosterone (there are so many variables in how one’s transition progresses outside of the administration method of testosterone that I don’t want to try to draw comparisons), I have definitely seen results. If you (or anyone, really) would like some more information about the gel and its effects, either from the boring personal side or from the boring medical pamphlet side, let me know. (Reblog or message, whatever makes you comfortable. I’m here and trying to avoid finishing my Policy homework…)
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Raise your hand if you went down to the basement to do laundry and forgot your key!
I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and your soulmate wore the other half and they got warmer the closer together you were and colder the further away you were so you could go on this journey when you’re ready to find your other half so that you could be spared all the pain and heartbreak of being played with by those who don’t take dating as seriously as you do
so who’s going to write that damn book
What about the sequel where two people’s pieces don’t fit at all, but they still fall madly in love, incurring the scorn of all those around them?
(Of course I gotta take it there, haha…)
Anyone else found that..
Their skin’s become thicker/harder on T? I feel like it’s more painful to do my jab because it takes more to put through the needle? I dunno maybe I was just more forceful at first.
as a nurse, i have done thousands of injections and IV starts- guys definitely have tougher skin. The same person, independently of hormones, will have tougher skin if it’s tan, especially very tanned. the faster you stick yourself, the easier the injection goes. good luck :)
My skin has definitely become less soft since I started T (though also less dry, and my spots of psoriasis have gotten better, so there is that.)
Here’s a quick and dirty (but informative) article I found about what testosterone does to skin (it is written from the POV of “male” vs. “female” skin, so be aware of that), in case you are curious:
Cut for potentially triggering gyno visit and dysphoria talk.