lol i think it’s just a bad movie and i don’t think there’s watchmen genealogy here.

AND SHE WAS WEARING POLISHED KNEE HIGH LEATHER BOOTS IN THE DINER THAT SHIFT‽ ABSOLUTELY NOT, WARDROBE!

look, i understand the temptation here but you’ve got a picture to make!

you don’t put claire forlani in a ratty pastel yellow cardigan with…whatever those designs are! i don’t belieeeeeeve you!

it’s very funny to imagine the familiar soup of “i’m attracted to her”/“i want to be her” that i would’ve felt in ‘99 without ever articulating; pondered without ever touching the red hot word “trans”; & eventually inexplicably melted down about by drinking a gallon of scotch.

over mystery men!

[taps bubble pipe on ashtray and inexplicably opals fall out]

[nodding wisely, blowing bubbles from my bubble pipe; a pair of glasses on my head and another sliding down my nose]

which is why the egyptians knew very little about assassination.

well, then that explains why you don’t have the facts. nowhere to put them.

assassin foreskin facts must be stored in the foreskin—it’s what god intended.

well, no, you usually want to keep those in the front, folded into little paper rings you can tuck into the foreskin.

“who is this weirdo replying so…formlessly? let’s just tap through and…..OH GOD NO.”

god, that's so exhausting. the letters are so fucking exhausting and demeaning.

congratulations on this being the last time!

yep. that's exactly how i felt. a very weird feeling to be what i eventually interpreted as a little resentful of people having a good time with sex. because like, yeah, that's what it's for for people who are into it. did i want them to have a *bad* time? didn't feel great for sure.

it's real hard to not push people away or get weird about what you'll ask for/accept/try to want/try to suffer when you're like "i can't really explain it but the primary part of my body we're working with here is hateful to me and so much of this feels like a queasy assault."

fr

i didn't have a healthy relationship til i met my wife & a lot of them involved abuse or exploitation which i didn't process as such because of past abuse & exploitation because i was literally in my 30s before i realized "oh sex is supposed to be fun" not a strained kabuki performance.

i'm actually amazed different parts of the healthcare/insurance industrial complex haven't tried to luigi *each other.* like CEOs and HCPs and medical billers all at each other in periodic battles royale.

i won't even post online what they tried to charge my insurer for my recent surgery. and it's real easy to misread that ITEMIZED STATEMENT (not a bill) in case you're wondering why all the gulping, gasping sobs at 3:45 on a tuesday.

that's so cute!

now that i'm not 20, i'd tell my mom how impressed i am by how well she handled the kafkaesque bureaucracy of the US healthcare/medical insurance machine while in crippling pain & eventually diminished by interference from brain tumors but she died from not being to get care when she needed it so,

yep. totally get it. i'm so sorry.

"it's right here in policy document 123.45 section a, third paragraph"

"wow, you really know your stuff"

"so, i'm good?"

"well, first you—"

"okay, and i have these documents in order"

"wow, look at you"

"so, i'm good?"

"well,"