Aemetta @dawnglen@lgbt.io

My response: "I wasn't doing anything with the money and other people needed it more than me!" Wrong. All they will gather from that is that you were aimless and irresponsible. Try again.

Real response: "I looked deep within the gutters, trenches and sewers of the city Seattle and what I find is strife. My funds were sitting and rotting away, enabling the exploitation of people with each penny of interest it gathered. I snare the ill-gotten gains in my cargo and set them loose, giving to the poor and needy, my acquaintances and friends! Those who plead for aid need the funds more than me.

"And with poverty comes this wisdom. I have the wisdom to know that my family needs now: so I have given. I came to them with other needs, and they have given. It is a constant exchange of coin, spoons, trauma, drugs and other goods. It allows us to cushion one another's falls and support others where we're strong. In any individual, a significant drop in a single need does catastrophic damage to the rest of their system. For a community, a sudden drop to one person is held together by the rest of the group.

"And so I am a Communist, because I live in a commune. And so I am a Socialist, because social gain means so much more than capital gain. And so I am an Anarchist, a warrior brave enough to face the greatest threat: the rich."

snakey: "only squids actually have tentacles, octopodes have eightacles"

when libs realize taking just one step back from the capitalistic hellscape subsuming them feels great, they're like "now let's use that energy to work harder! 😆"

AAAAAAARGH

I'm writing a story about a magic genderswap mirror. Chapter 2 is out!
https://www.scribblehub.com/series/217724/myself-in-the-mirror/

I'm a genderfluid slimegirl

if you die as a woman, you die in real life

I remember the doubts and fears I had pre-transition.

I remember once having shoulder dysphoria, I somehow thought women weren't allowed to like, _have shoulders_ for some reason.
I remember once having chest dysphoria, feeling like I could never have anything visible there because transfemmes often get no further than a-cups.
I remember once dreading the thought of a 45-minute makeup session to have a face that was even remotely okay, yet I'm totally comfortable with bare eyelids and no less feminine for it.
I remember thinking I'd have to style my hair, wear some accessories and even replace my nerdy glasses to fit in. But I can let myself be plain and comfortable.

I remember yesterday wondering if I could pass and all it took was stuffing my bra for the first time to give me the perspective I needed. Of course I do. I pass my own checklist at least; not the one I made up last year but the one I feel inside. I'm exactly who I want and need myself to be.

When I was learning to read as a kid, my mom taught me to track my finger down the page to keep track of where I was. This was cause I would very often get distracted and lose my place, having to read it all again from the top since I was also totally incapable of skimming text. Now that mobile devices have come along my thumb is almost always touching the screen, scrolling so the line I'm reading is at the top. This has become so ingrained that I get frustrated if I can't scroll a large block of text because the window reached the bottom of the page or whatever else.

one year

I'm a disaster

staying up all night is great fun

it seriously warms my heart to see that everyone here adds alt-text to images as though it's the easiest thing in the world. The first time I did it I wouldn't have realized it was an option because it's hidden in a menu. How are you all so smart and cool?