glimpses into an alternate universe where I came out as trans during/after Thanksgiving dinner and he slept badly for the next few nights and then outlived my mom.

every outcome’s such a comedown

we didn’t get along super well but so much has happened in the last year and I’ve been working on my shit and figuring myself out and there’s still a part of me that goes “I should tell them”

disassociating at the room party

pacing in the basement elevator lobby so I wouldn’t lose reception while I coordinated with my older brother on burial arrangements because the directives given to the funeral home didn’t line up with what I’d been told the week before and neither of us had access to the will

three hours later I was driving to blfc

last year I went to bed at 10pm and found out at 1am that my phone’s dnd mode gets bypassed if it gets three calls in rapid succession from e.g. the hospice care ward at the local hospital

“or”?