My only Glee thoughts for this week:
Rachel did not explain the importance of a proper virginity cape. Mercedes is doomed.
I just had a casual lunch date with A Man From The Internet (who is a well dressed bear from Texas. Yes he had an accent. Yes it was slightly swoon worthy). Considering I have never had a date with a man (let alone one from The Internet), I think it went well.
He knew going in that I am already in a relationship, however it came up in quick succession that I am also queer and a trans man. A non-monogamous queer trans man. Said all together out loud I realized that I might not be a real person, but merely something birthed from tumblr.
female to muscle selfie
female to mentioning trans women of color
female to menstruation for ts
female to miserable around cis men but not the good queer ones whose desires you can project yourself into
female to machiavellian identity politics
female to mansplain
female to mote surrounding a glass castle of emotion
female to mediocre rap career (ft. female to macklemore)
female to men’s rights activist
female to make up is only ever transgressive on me
female to Morrissey clone
female to maybe I can pull off a chinstrap
female to masturbation scientist
female to minor internet celebrity with dwindling social capital but some $weet speaking gigs
female to malevolent blogger
female to milhouse
female to magazine for even more irrelevant ftms
female to mistaken about wether I should reference anti-trans violence in this context
female to male privilege, except when female to my experience of socialization informs everything about my life
female to my peers inspire critique/competition/what’s the difference again?
female to mike funk gets me