Blather "on the outside"


"oh? and which of those will you cast aside because they're just too queer for you?"

-Skylark

That phrase is an immortal truth. It is a reminder that closed minds cause division and conflict. Some day when you are an aged Trans all snuggly in your binary gender choice hard times may come a knockin'. Because you may someday feel as though your choice is being invalidated by those that refuse to transition like you did. It's always easier to validate your choices in life by adhering to a standard or a tradition. You may feel threatened by the new choices of others and you will probably quake in fear as your boat is rocked to and fro. But before you prepare for battle, run that phrase through your head.

Go to Skylark's Blather Blog for the full story.

Thoughts for Food

The passive answer is I dunno, at least that's what I think to myself. The question is why do I observe mammals way too much. I can't help it, I have always been fascinated by quirks and reactivity to stimuli in mammals. It is an art form to be a voyeur and not get caught. I like to watch people at meal time, especially at a restaurant. Listening to them decide what to get and fussing over personal preferences to an uncaring server is fun. Some people want to know what I am getting and somehow that helps them decide their own food choices. If I am feeling prankish (99.9% of the time) I will make them pry it out of me using word games. You can tell a lot about somebody at a restaurant. Habits force pressed into conformity in the outside world reveal so much. And I watch..

As for my own food habits. I separate all my foods and eat them one at a time. If gravy or syrup flow into and touch my vegetables I quickly remove the infected vegetables and construct a makeshift damn to save as much as possible.

Breakfast is by far the most challenging meal. First of all, Breakfast Skillet meals are an abomination. Eating a breakfast meal goes from bread to meat then eggs and finally potato. If pancakes or french toast (rarely) are part of the meal they will be on their own plate. This ensures no syrup leakage into other foods. Eggs are usually scrambled to avoid egg yolk leakage into other foods. If I want yolk I will make sure I have a separate plate. A fork that has been used to eat pancakes and syrup is not usable for eating other foods. Oh and if I have a dirty glass or utensil the meal is done. There are more rules but I fear I have frightened you enough for one night.

I have issues.

Loss of Innocence

What did you want to be when you were 11 years old? That was the question asked at the beginning of a employee workshop. Ya know, one of those ice breaker questions. A few people had multiple answers and the question brought a smile to their face when the person answered. When it was my turn I faked it. I would of rather told the truth. I wanted to NOT dread going home every night. I wanted to run away somewhere safe. I wanted to NOT get a physical or verbal beating. I wanted NOT to worry myself to exhaustion. I wanted to be 11 years old instead of 40. Instead, I made a pretend grin and said I wanted to be a writer and an artist. I wish that was a lie and I wish I had been allowed to be.

Heat stroke babble

I finally got word from Dr. Barham's office concerning the orchy. Next Wednesday I do the "plop plop fizz fizz." I'm not happy nor sad about the occasion. My mind is only focusing on the recovery part. My patience for "recovery time" has lessened over the last two years. But I know after the deed is done I must relax and be a good little invalid. *feh*


So for the first time my PMS was late by about seven days last month. At first I didn't realize I skipped my usual 3rd week of the month. But as I was getting ready to pay bills that were due on the 1st of the next month, my brain was alerted to the joyous news. I started believing that maybe I wouldn't have a cycle anymore. Perhaps my body just needed time to adjust to the hormones. Or maybe my doctor was wrong and it was all in my head...
...Four days later my cycle walloped me real hard, It was just late. I inquired to my genetic girl friends and I was given that "oh your so cute" look. It was explained to me by these (evil) women that I was lucky it hadn't happened until now and yes it is normal and yes the later it comes the harder it usually hits emotionally. So I learned some more stuff and I am grateful that I have friends that want to help. However, the women folk take glee in my learning curve. Hmmm..


I talked to a customer on the east coast today and endured her pronunciation of "Oregon". Oregon is pronounced Aura-Gun not OR-EE-GONE. *sheesh*


I have decided to skip electrolysis altogether. Many months ago I met with an electrolysis lady and she said I would only need about 10 hours. I was surprised, that seems like an excessive amount of time to remove what scant hairs I have on my face. I don't want to spend 10 hours of needles in my face quite yet.


It was 100 degrees today in Portland. Yesterday it was 99 and tomorrow 95. For a reference point, the usual average temperature for this time of year is 81. Have I mentioned I hate the heat? Grr..