It’s me 😘 and I don’t think you were being aggressive at all. Just sensitive. I think we’re all a little edgy about being mislabelled.

It started out as the former. Every time a post made me feel warm and cosy, I noticed it was your name attached to it. Now I have you pinned to the feeds in my Lemmy client so I can specifically look at Smorty content and — not dumb — adorable comments when I want that feeling. I hope that’s not too spoopy. 💙

Please don’t change too much. I scroll your posts every time the internet starts making me sad. I like your infodumps.

I still understand your reaction, Smorty. You had a gut reaction that was unrelated to the intention of the post, and that’s okay. 💙

Silly lungs. You extract oxygen from air. Putting air into the bloodstream is very bad.

Am I the only one slightly concerned about how this man’s opinion was changed? Sure, it’s good that he renounced bigotry in the end, but the arguments that should have persuaded him to do so have been hard to ignore for a long time. I wonder if his turning point was that he saw some trans women he found attractive and suddenly realised that trans can mean hot girls with boobs. The core concept isn’t so hard to understand that his lack of childhood exposure to “gay stuff” should have been this much of a barrier.

There’s no mention of a cool down. You can repeat it as soon as you’ve fully materialised at the first 7–inch destination. Assuming teleportation is immediate, and there’s no refractory period, the distance limit is effectively meaningless.

They said we’d never have consumer tech that could white clip in real time but look at us now.

For sure. That lingering anxiety about nothing in particular, which SSRIs at best replaced with numbness, is fading away. Comfy is the word.

Thanks 😘 I’ve actually lurked for a while as a .world in arguably the wrong spaces, but now feel like I can actually be active here since reworking my client into essentially a Blahaj portal.

I think the last couple of days have been my first tingle of E that isn’t placebo. Feeling like I’m a person in the world rather than a viewer behind a screen. Maybe it is placebo and I’m just thrilled knowing what that little patch on my thigh is doing. I dunno. I’m happy. I’m not a happy person but I’ve been happy, despite other aspects of my life actually being kind of a mess right now.

Did they start you out with blockers as well or just E for the time being?

Your kitchen experience hits home. Every workplace I’ve been in I’ve related more to the women around me, and felt lonely for having them treat me like the other men. Not that genders are separate and cliquey like that in most places, but it’s little comments and assumptions of the “well you’re a man so you probably blah blah” sort that I find disheartening. Meanwhile I’m putting on this weird “how do you do, fellow men” act with the guys.

Also, we’re HRT twins! Day 15 begins in 6 minutes for me.