I wish I'd been able to pay better attention to the 2nd hour of Agent Carter, but drug busts on my front curb tend to distract me.
At least, I assume it was a drug bust. A smallish car, 3 city police cars, and a K9 unit all clustered around the front of my house. The passenger of the car got out with his hands up and walked backwards to the cops, then the driver got out with her hands up and did the same. Then the dog went sniffing around the car, then the cops began poking around the trunk. the last time I looked, they were sorting through a bunch of little bundles on the trunk lid.
Is there a word for "my gender is not your business" with a side of "I'll present how I want and mix and match to my heart's delight"?
It's not like I don't identify as female--I just am not that attached to the perception of my gender and would like to violate norms whenever I have the whim.
Still scared to buy a binder without trying it on, though.
This might be a Bitches question, but I haven't been in there forever.
Is anyone here trans or genderfluid or butch or whatever the other descriptors are?
Is there a word for "my gender is not your business" with a side of "I'll present how I want and mix and match to my heart's delight"?
I believe the phrase is "you'll never know."
I'm sorry, smonster. Fuck cancer indeed.
Hey Jesse! (She replies 3 hours later. See what I mean about not having any time these days?)
smonster, that's so horrible. I'm so sorry.
ita, what does Rowan Atkinson asking you for a pen not count for?
You guys, I want to sleep so much. I was in bed 9+ hours most days of my vacation. Last night, I was totally going to go to bed at 9, to see if that helped, except then I got sucked into Agent Carter. Maybe tonight??
Ugh, this terrorist attack on a satirical magazine in Paris sounds so gruesome. Twelve dead and five more critically injured. They had a freakin' rocket launcher and machine guns.
Over cartoons.