I never even changed my name. Tanis then, Tanis now. No one even questioned it.

Makes sense, he’s a fae.

One time I took an illicitly-offered adderall.

The silence in my mind was amazing, the calm was as far as I could reach. I could summon a thought into my otherwise blank workspace, and it would stay there until I was done with it, never being jostled or shoved by unbidden thoughts.

It was lovely.

My neurotypical friends were jazzed about being high; I felt normalcy for the first time.

I wear my skin and use it to keep my organs inside. I don’t wear makeup and only add an aftershave lotion. I still look a little youthful at forty.

They’re a disability aid that helps me interpret my own face when I look in a mirror. Don’t have strokes, kids.

Yes I know it’s from a different show, relax for the sake of comedy. It’s fine. Nothing matters. :)

Five hundred cigarettes.

It is considered rude to show humans any sort of AI slop.

Before I transitioned, I was a girl-passing femboy, so it’s really tough to nail down what outfit or specific item made me feel feminine. But as my style continued to evolve, I continue to feel good.

Every day I live is a cold revenge against the people who don’t want me alive.

We’ve always been here and we will always be here.

And I’m intersex. Things have happened to me that people with a standard body type shouldn’t expect.

I do have pictures from before.

But my fusiform gyrus was harmed in my first stroke, and made worse in my second. I can look at a picture of myself and see my face, but it never gets encoded even into short term memory, so I can’t even compare pictures of faces side by side.

Twelve years in. My levels are in the high female range.

No noticeable breast growth. Can’t remember my face enough to notice if it’s actually changed, because I can’t remember faces at all. Hips are reasonably feminine.

I’ve got a rather rare body type though, so I don’t expect that anyone else would have my experiences.

That’s great and all, but a stroke-addled trans woman does not have great chances of immigration, as I’m a burden to whatever medical system I’m on.

I appreciate the advice, but I’m going to stay here.

I should clarify: the life I have is fine, for now, and that what I wear when I work from home doesn’t matter, since only my employers see it.

I get to wear my own clothes off the clock.

My life doesn’t need adjustment.

It’s just good to see that not everyone has a job like mine.

I have a pension and an incredible retirement plan and free healthcare. My second stroke a couple of years ago cost me nothing. I’m also paid 30% more than my peers in similar work.

I will quit this job when they lift my still-talking skeleton from the chair. Jobs like this are not to be thrown away.

If my boss wants to see me in uniform against a company backdrop on camera while I do my work, so fucking be it, my benefits are incredible.

I work from home and have to wear a company uniform and work against a company-provided backdrop.

Good to see that’s not true of everyone.

No we don’t! We’ve ceded Ohio to the cisgenderites who deserve it.

You’ll never drag us back there willingly!

🐢

Strong shell and feets for marching!

But also being a girl is just cool as fuck. A hell of a lot less suicidal than being a man, that’s for fucking sure.

“Monument for what, exactly?”

“You’re not supposed to know.”