Voice to text misheard me and said that we must imagine syphilis happy. I'm not so sure...

My sincerest apologies to 'Lucky Ball and Chain'.

It's hard to pick just one, but 'She's Actual Size' has to be it.

An idle Sunday morning thought:

* Creatives make content around their realization they're trans
* Those near their own realization see it and see themselves
* I wonder if anyone has studied who has the high score
* I wonder if the creators argue about who has the high score

I like to think they do

I didn't get any google image search hits for Rizzt Do'Urden and I'm disappointed in the whole internet now.

Sometimes I wish I could play a game again for the first time.

I'm sitting here listening to some remixes from the FFXI soundtrack while I write, and even though I could go back and play it now, it wouldn't have the same feeling of scale and mystery.

Did you know that you can write whatever you want, and no one can stop you? I just put the following to buffer, and the world did not rise up to end me (as would be just and proper):

'While the lack of a twelve sided die seemed a bit odd, I swore no special fealty to the dodecahedron.'

"Sorry... my mind wandered there for a second." "Don't worry about it Tabitha. Penny for your thoughts?" I thought about it, for just the briefest of moments. My mind put forth a lovely tableau of what it would be like to tell him. To say in no uncertain terms that listening to him had been such a chore that my mind had gone for a stroll. He'd be angry at first, of course, what with the wounded pride and all. That was where my hypothetical ended and pure fantasy began though. He'd leave in a huff, but rather than drowning his sorrows in some nearby bar, he'd walk under the streetlights and stars, wondering why I rebuked him so sternly in the middle of a date. He'd think back on all of the others where it hadn't worked out, and see himself staring back, the one-sidedness of his attachments. Jonas would take the blunt words which had only hurt at first and build them into a springboard for changing his life. He'd commit himself to personal growth, find a nice girl, settle down, have 2.5 children and a white picket fence. Despite the tension staying in contact with an ex caused, he'd send me a Christmas card every year with a picture of his family, thanking me for helping him finally wake up and seize a better life.

A snippet from my work in progress. I'm still trying to find Tabitha's voice, or at least trying to suss out just how big of a bitch she is.

now that british transphobes are essentially a protected category, the only consequences they can face are social and informal. it's your civic duty to be a complete piece of shit to them until they delete their accounts.

I finally finished up the outline for my story. It has everything! Action! Drama! Romance! A harpy shitting on our heroine! Bar patrons arguing about whether or not that's more good luck than when a regular sized bird does it! A bar fight! Painting minifigs on a date!

Yes yes, 1000 times yes. Access is hard to come by, and even if you do get it, the chances that the doc is both willing to do well by you and informed enough to do so are effectively nil.

"Are books getting too spicy?"

No. That's just overactive puritanism and censorship. Next question.

Because I am a lady of a certain age, "In the Car" is also particularly resonant with me, though just through the lens of when I was a teenager.

And because the arc of my life has had a particularly weird bend, I've done everything mentioned in their song "Never is Enough"

I find some Barenaked Ladies songs so relatable that I sometimes wonder which of them is one of us. "For You" is perhaps the worst offender, but "I'll Be That Girl" and "What a Good Boy" are strong contenders.

A snippet from an in-progress essay about my tense relationship with my own body:

"Goodnight penis. Good work today. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

(with my sincerest love of / apollogies to The Princess Bride)

To bring this thought experiment to a close, my bird nerd friend suggests that it would be about a gallon worth of stuff, and that it would be rare enough to convey the same 'lucky' status as a mundane bird pooping. Perhaps more because "as size goes up, frequency goes down"

This all ends with me having to expalin to my wife why my browser history contains videos of flightless birds shitting, doesn't it?

Idle fantasy world building thoughts:
Do harpies have cloacae?

Follow up:
Is it considered good luck if they poop on you mid-flight?

As much as today is about normalizing our existence to a hostile world, selfishly, it makes me feel less alone. Running into folks that have similar experiences, at least on this one axis, is incredibly uplifting, even when we barely speak to each other if at all.

Thanks for being out there.

I once had a young lady run up to me at a conference and say "Holy shit, we get to be old." First of all, what a bitch, but yeah, we get to be old and anything we damn well please. I don't know how to engage with trans people I don't know, but I know "not like that"

This weekend, I went to buy a couple of sodas as a treat for my wife and I. There was a trans guy working the register, I knew because of the pins he had on. The fucking balls on that guy, doesn't he know where we are? Still, he was sweet, and I didn't know how to act because I'm fucking awkward.

Strong Letters to Follow A series of recent frustrations and the suggestion of a friend has lead me to start a collection of open letters, essays, and other ramblings. Given the breakneck pace of jackassery in the world aroun...

Hey, it's International Transgender Day of Visibility. Let me offer up two things. First, an open letter I wrote in the aftermath of a lovely lunch with close friends titled "I Will Smother You With My Tits So Help Me God": cassandrabas.itch.io/a-sincere-pl...

How do you tell someone their boobs are lopsided? I didn't know then, I don't know now, but I still think about that girl, how she put herself out there, and how that more than anything was a turning point in my coming out. If she could have that courage, then fuck it so could I.

Second, what the hell is this day anyway? Let me tell you a couple of stories.

I wasn't out 5 years ago. I knew, but I didn't know what to do or how to tell people. I was buying beer, and a freshly minted trans gal was working the till. She'd stuffed her bra, and her tits were uneven.

Ope! And now the old man is chatting up the young boy who was playing video game medleys. We're like 30 seconds away from a lifetime movie here.

Setting myself next to the piano in our art museum is the best way I could have spent today. So far:

* I watched a teenage boy teach his date how to play heart and soul
* Saw an old man play a medley of classical music as his wife sat there rolling her eyes
* Watched a kid play music from Mario 64

I want to build a whole combat encounter or adventure around this visual. To hell with monsters hiding in the tall grass. Monsters *are* the tall grass.

Ok, I finally got into "The Sapling Cage" by Margaret Killjoy. Like, not deep in, not done, but far enough to be hooked. Now I'm frustrated that it's been sitting on the top of my to-read pile for like two weeks. I could already be impatiently waiting on the next book in the series!

About to donate blood. When I do, I imagine it saving some bigot who spends the rest of their life knowing blood that passed through my factory original bits saved them.

Not that they'd know. Donations are anonymous, but if you get a transfusion, there's a chance there's a little bit of me in you.

A classic t4t romance meme, where the two potential romantic partners (shown at top having a conversation) are revealed to be on opposite sides of the country. The conversation is: "Hey girl, come on over" (from a woman in Oregon) "Omg! I'd love to!" (from a woman in New York)

A meme similar to the previous "comically long distance t4t romance" Except now one of the ladies lives on the sword coast, and the other in Indiana. The conversation is also slightly altered: "Hey girl, come on over" - Woman in Fae'run "Fucking how?" - Woman in Indiana

What if we took the classic meme of the impractically distant internet trans people romance, but instead made it isekai?