so good. the iron-as-fashion components feel very convincing and tactile

reality of semi-regular performances where most of my time is spent rehearsing: i’m happy with open bare-minimum oversplits and well… let’s not talk about my back

this performance was v much in dev mode. choreo was finalized 36 hours before thanks to unplanned 2 weeks of emergency compliance cops distraction. it wasn’t super polished but i didn’t overtly fuck up and my friends came to see me 🖤

autism continues to be the greatest (inverse) predictor of my anxiety level when interacting with a person

it’s (perhaps unsurprisingly) still there in the queer community, albeit significantly less creepy

this got a lot better post-transition (i actively avoided all social interaction to my great detriment when operating in straight art/tech sf)

i don’t want people to see the real over the fabricated… even i don’t want to see it

showing oneself vs hiding oneself, i guess. and a not-very-well-examined definition of who is deserving

you are a good dancer 🖤

ACDC is what i’d play if i hated my child. here, have a horrible shrieking man. I hate them too so it’d be torture for both of us

i’m admiring of my cousin for how competent and knowledgeable she is: there’s a high-charisma element to almost every interaction (not true in the bay imo, where social finesse is not regularly required).

i get “sir”ed almost without exception, even after people hear my voice. eat soooo much food.