One thing about winter is a short skirt becomes modesty when worn over leggings!
This cozy turtleneck also seems to tend to emphasize that the hormones fairy has been pretty good to me!
Additionally, dig the curls responding to rain all day:
I saw a Facebook memory from seven years ago about my trip to Arizona to take care of things when my mother died. By then I was far enough into transition to be wearing dresses at work and so I had decisions to make about how visible I was going to while traveling and in unfamiliar places, and I figured it would be easier to dial back on the femininity and attract less attention.
And then I had a series of mostly basically nice, occasionally confusing, sometimes baffling, experiences in which I was clearly getting noticed. I was not very good at boy mode, and honestly had rather little idea how people perceived me. I guess if you have long hair, wear a floral print shirt and bright colored pants, carry a purse, and have a beard, you still get noticed, even if back at work I’d probably be wearing a dress and compared to that I felt like I was being much more careful. I figured wearing a dress at the airport would be taunting the TSA! But I still got a comment expressing some sort of surprise (though no actual problems going through).
I’d look at the other women around me and not really know what to expect my experiences might be like. As much as the Tumblr enbies wanted to insist that “passing” is bullshit, and as complicated a thing as it is, it still is really a thing. The cis women around me overwhelmingly got seen differently from me, that one guy who was so feminine he was more-or-less an honorary woman. And now that as far as I can tell I’m nearly always seen as an actual woman rather than a man who is sort of an honorary woman, I can tell you, it really is a different experience. As well as the honorary woman experience went for me, it’s a different experience.
I don’t think I’ve ever written a link in markdown correctly on the first try. It’s brackets and then parentheses, because it’s backwards from what you might think from the usual precedence, right? First the link then the text, or the other way around?
I wrote this on 2024-10-18:
This time of year there is a short bit of road on my drive to work where, if the sky is clear, I get the bright rising sun glaring into my peripheral vision from the left and the bright reflected sun off the windows of a building glaring into my peripheral vision from the right! It’s an experience!
We’ve had some clear mornings lately and I noticed I was not being blasted by the sun from both sides like this, and it’s because of the whole thing with the seasons and now the sun is rising farther to the south and it doesn’t line up with the windows like that anymore!
I’ve long had a bunch of unwatched or just very partly watched DVDs and Blurays and I’ve been thinking about what I find uncomfortable about watching movies, but I’ve gotten a bit sidetracked because I finished I Saw the TV Glow and that’s a heck of an emotional experience for a trans person. I’ve also started reading Wrath Goddess Sing.
I keep saying it’s an amazing joy to be able to feel emotions now, on HRT, in a way I never did before in my life, and I am still getting used to it. Something I noticed fairly early on was having very strong feelings listening to songs that have long been familiar. That’s now become a familiar and treasured thing. But I think it’s one thing to have these feelings listening to a four-minute song with lyrics I memorized decades ago, now experiencing an hour-and-twenty minute movie by a trans woman telling a trans story and just designed to induce strong feelings in trans viewers, this is a different thing. I’m not used to this. It’s an intense experience. And similarly now about 50 pages into a 450 page trans story by a trans author.
Really in the previous decades of my life, I only felt this sort of emotional intensity when something bad was happening to me, or something dangerous, or at the least frightening. I’m still learning to understand the feelings. It’s still new to me. It’s amazing, it’s so amazing, things I never experienced, never imagined earlier in my life.
I went into my closet and turned on the light and … no light! I was mystified. I flipped the switch up and down, wondered if the power had failed and looked back into the room to see that the rest of the lights were on, and then I realized that probably the bulb had failed.
I grew up with incandescent bulbs, they failed all the time, I don’t remember it being a surprise or a mystery. Flip switch, no light, oh, bulb burned out. These days, it doesn’t happen very often, and every time I’m weirdly confused that the light isn’t working for some unknown reason!
I climbed up and removed the globe, which very much needed cleaning, and found an old tiny spiral-tube compact fluorescent that must have been in there for a long long time now. I often write the date of installation on bulbs and batteries but didn’t on that one, unfortunately. It’s got an LED now!
From Energy Vanguard, Soundproofing a Wall - The Basics
Sound is a wave. Unlike light or magnetism, this kind of wave needs physical matter, a medium, through which to travel. That property of sound waves, of course, led to the brilliant tagline for the 1979 movie, Alien: “In space, no one can hear you scream.” There’s nothing to vibrate and carry the sound waves in space; hence, no sound transmission.
So, the best way to reduce sound transmission would be to live in a vacuum. You’d have a short life but you wouldn’t be bothered by noise. In addition to being dead, you’d also be broke because turning your house into a vacuum chamber wouldn’t be cheap. Therefore, I’m going to take a leap and assume the vacuum technique won’t work for you.
So a bunch of actually useful information follows this.
Due to having purchased some items in the past I’m now getting marking e-mail with subject lines like “your boobs called.”
Over the course of my life, I’ve been subjected to a lot of advertising that one way or another evoked breasts, but now I’m a woman (I mean, kind of always was but it’s different now) who in fact has breasts (that’s one of the differences) and this was an ad for bras, which I do in fact buy.
It feels weird for this blatant message about boobs to actually be a pretty reasonable, pragmatic thing. You know, I’m a runner, maybe I want to buy a sports bra? I have a growing collection of bras, having growing breasts.
what is the highest floor of a building that you have ever been on?
many reasons it would be nice to have comments here but one reason in particular right here right now is because i want to know: what is the highest floor of a building that you have ever been on? if it is the top floor of a skyscraper and… then what is the second highest floor. or, alternatively, the highest floor of a building you have been on for a reason that is not “going to a high floor in a building”.
This is a great question! Back in college I lived on the 13th floor of a building. We had many a false fire alarm (college students….) and so many trips down and back up the stairs. It was, if I remember correctly, a 16 story building so I might have at some point been up a bit higher for some reason.
I’ve been to the observation deck of the Sears (or whatever now) Tower, the John Hancock tower, whatever floor the tourist thing at the top of the Eiffel Tower counts as, been up to the top of that weird arch in St. Louis, lots of weird high places purely to go up and look around (after paying the fee…) but as far as going up to some high-ish floor of a building because I had some reason to go to some office up there and not as a tourist thing, it’s hard to say. I don’t remember the floor but back pre-pandemic I did one time visit someone who lived a good ways up, probably was well higher than 13th floor, might very well have been the highest floor I’ve been on for a reason other than just to look.
There’s lots of fourth floor, sixth floor type heights at work. The one building has a weird ninth floor meeting room with an outdoor deck, sometimes one department or another holds a sort of party up there, putting that in a weird zone between being at work but also it’s edging closer to being up there for the view.
When the site closed, everyone kinda scattered. Some set up their own blogs and sites, some went to Bluesky, some are just gone forever. Everyone carried a handful of folks they met on the site forward with them through various means. Some of those connections might last a bit, some might well last forever, and some are already lost in the wind.
It is a thing now that someone I’d see a couple posts a day from on cohost I’ll now see a post a week from, it’s great to still see them but it’s different.