So, I did a costume contest last night. I had to walk across the stage and strike a couple of poses (I hit the release of my cloak for a dramatic reveal). Hearing people cheering for me and reacting when I dropped my cloak was surrral but amazing.

I have quite the collection of pronoun pins from my journey.

There is one thing I haven't gotten use to when it comes to wearing a dress. Part of me is still astounded that I can put on a single item of clothing and be presentable.

The song "Pink Triangle" by Weezer came up on my playlist recently. It hits a bit differently now than it did back in college.

After my first seven mile run with boobs, I will say that a soaked sports bra is one of the worst things I've dealt with due to exercising

For some reason, occasionally a shipping page will load in Swedish on my phone.

Transition is really all about tradeoffs. For instance, I traded male privilege and clothes with pockets for happiness and cute socks.

If you don't have the right hormones, then store-bought are fine. 🏳️‍⚧️🐈

With the horror show that is meta, I'm probably going to actually start posting things here

I just realized one huge plus for my transition timeline is that a lot of the clothes I really wanted to wear as a teenager are back in.