Kate’s allegedly a human (although increasingly right-wing bigots would say otherwise). She’s definitely not a vampire, despite what some other people claim. She’s also mostly built out of spite and overcoming oppositional-sexism, racism, and other random bullshit.
So she’s either a human or a lizard in disguise sent to destroy all of humanity.
Either way, she’s here to reassure that it’s all fine.
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Non FFS Stuff
Just before I disappear to bed I want to make a little note. Today I put in a request to a beta reader – because I’ve done the first pass edit on my book. I’ve had a huge row with imposter syndrome all day, but at the end of the day I’ve written a roughly…
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FFS Days 4 and 5
Days 4 and 5 have pretty much followed the same pattern except with the delight that Kathryn’s been home much of the time because it’s the weekend. She was, as she is, very sweet and went shopping getting me some less brown goop food options (Bananas! Avocado! Soup! Mousse (which, yes, is brown and goop,…
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FFS Day 3
Mostly just a lack of sleep which is wearing me down. Lots of swelling although that’s definitely improving. And the day has mostly been spent chilling and watching films (Bring It On, and Pump Up The Volume). Not really much else to report. The pain remains manageable with Paracetamol / Ibuprofen. Mostly I’m just tired.…
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FFS Day 2
So, another fairly sleepless night. Sleeping sat up is just something I find incredibly hard to do, which is weird and almost certainly just psychological, because I can do it fine during the day. I probably could sleep if I took the oxycodone, because the drowsyness would probably take over, but I really don’t want…
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FFS days 0 and 1
Day 0. This one going to be kinda hazy because, well, anesthesia. So yesterday morning I rocked up at the surgery center at 7:15 and was ushered into a back room where I promptly realized I’d given my (borrowed from my wife) glasses case back to my wife when they told me to leave my…
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Noted genius
Today’s mostly been spent getting organised. Meal replacement drinks into the fridge. Smoothie goop out and ready. Checking through tablets n times +1. Laundering the sheets so that the bed has clean sheets and the sofa is also culovered (they’re very explicit that they want you to return to clean sheets). Also washed the towels,…
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Bye face.
Today’s the last day that I’ll have this face. Which is an interesting situation. It’s hopefully the last day that the damage that testosterone did – most noticeably in those four years between 16 and 20, when I finally started HRT, when I finally got my shit together at least somewhat, and that I see…
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Reticence
One of the things that’s happened over the past year is that I’ve had a bit of a reexamination of my transition. This was undoubtedly prompted by reading The Sisters of Dorley. There’s actually a wonderful circularity to this for reasons I’m not going to explain right now. And I honestly don’t think it’d’ve happened,…
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On facing up to things
Before I write this – I’ve been looking at some of my old posts. Seriously old posts. The first posts I wrote that still exist (unless my old Tripod site remains on some archive somewhere. But I can’t remember the address for that, or what it was called (although it might also still exist on…
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Not since November?
Wow. It’s been a while. I mean it’s not entirely surprising. Life’s been full – at the same time as it’s been the same as always. But November was pretty much all taken up with writing my book – first draft finished but not edited. Dear lord is it not edited – and my short…