You’re the sane one, unbroken by the Knowledge.

I don’t really know what that is in °F, but I know °F makes bigger numbers, so let’s say it’ll be 1,376°F in July!

It’s 25°C in Portland, wait till that gets to 40°+ in July!

Hey now, pumping out memes in Photoshop is an art form that takes real human effort!

Hi, trans lady here, fuck that guy and fuck his instance.

Thanks for being cool.

Why do cops have romantic interests? No one should ever date a cop.

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.