'The Train Job'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Har. I was mistaken for a guy on a regular basis before I bleached my hair.
When I had short-short cut in high school, I was working at a Burger King. As I was emptying a trash bin, a lady approached me from behind and said, "Excuse me, Sir."
Um, even back then I was pushing towards a D cup. I tell myself it was the de-sexing uniform but man, did that hurt my self-esteem.
Still does, in fact.
I once asked a cashier why she called me Sir when I was facing her, wearing dangly earrings and a skirt.
Lots of guys wear earrings these days, she said. AND BREASTS??? I'll give her a pass on the skirt because of the counter, but still. BOOBIES.
Now my shoulders are expanding, and the rest of my silhouette isn't doing shit to keep up with it. My hip measurement is expanding backward! What's the use of that?
eta: Doesn't hurt my self esteem much, though. It's way late for that.
I used to get called "Sir" all the time. But it was during my androgynous phase, so it's not really fair to them. I never minded, 'cause the whole point was to blur the lines and challenge the image of traditional femininity. But probably all it did was make waiters make SNL Pat jokes back in the kitchen.
You know what's seriously adorkable? When Devi starts purring and chirping in her sleep, wakes up and nuzzles me. Not sure what the hell the dream was, but it wasn't her usual hellcat one.
The fireline. Now visible from my house.
Yikes, Sean, Allyson. Stay safe.
Jesus. I hope y'all don't get a Mt. Stromlo situation. I realize G.O. is a museum, not a working site, but the tinder and situation is just far too similar, and god, that was devastating. Not just because of my astro bent, but just..yearhg. Firestorms.
Yeah. Our plans for the evening are suddenly a bit fluid.