• Spreading sickness

    So today someone implied that they might like to have me join her and her boyfriend for a threesome. It was… really flattering!  REALLY flattering. And for a while after that, I was really excited about this new experience that I might have, until… I just kind of lost it.

    Not lost it lost it.  I mean, I didn’t flip out or anything.  That feeling of excitement just kind of slipped away and was replaced with a very familiar mixture of jealousy and self-loathing. I mean. This girl is waaaaaay prettier than I am. And she has a much nicer body. I don’t compare… I don’t even come close.

    Dysphoria is this rot that permeates everything, that spreads its roots out into every little tiny thing so that I can’t even look at an innocuous part of my body without hating myself.  And I’m so, so tired of hating myself.


  • This morning

    I made it.

    Last night I dreamt that I met this girl who was really, really into me… it was very disappointing to wake up.

    She was REALLY pretty, kinda short, tanned, blonde hair, and she was super excited to meet me.  The impression that I got was that she’d been waiting for me for a long time.  It was funny because she never really asked me out, she just kind of assumed that we were together.  She took my phone number, gave me hers, kissed me and called me her princess, and then she left.  It was silly but sweet.

    I am a terribly lonely girl.  :P


  • Vous et nul autre

    So, for a long time, I’ve had this poesy ring that I bought for one of my exes but never had a chance to give her, ’cause we broke up.  This turned out to be totally fine, and I’m completely over it, but I still had this ring.  I used to carry it on a chain around my neck, but lately I’ve been actually wearing it (on my pinky, because that is the only finger it will fit on).

    Last night I wore it out when I went to see Taylor & Aleks at Leela’s European Cafe.  It was pretty neat!  Apparently they’re open 24 hours which is rad and good to know, and when I got there there was a band playing a cover of Nickel Creek’s “Reasons Why” up on stage.  Anyway, when I left my house to go downtown, it was nice and warm and not raining at all… when I got there, it started raining and the temperature dropped quickly, and there was a chilly breeze that cut right through what I wasw wearing (a light blouse, jeans, and flip-flops).  So when I left the cafe I was instantly freezing.  It was about 50F, but I really don’t like the cold to begin with, PLUS I’m pretty sure being on estro is making me more sensitive to cold.

    Anyway, so I’m walking down the street, shivering, all nervous because it’s after midnight and I’m roaming the streets of Denver (which is a totally safe city!  but things are different when you are out in boy drag).  I finally get into the parking garage and into my car, and (with a little yelling at the parking meter) went on my way home.

    Somewhere along the way, I realized that the poesy ring I’d been wearing was gone.  I’m taking this a lot more seriously that I should, perhaps, but I really liked that ring;  even though it didn’t fit me, I liked the way it looked, I liked what it said, and I liked how it reminded me that even a weird person like me can love and be loved.  Somewhere on the way back to my car, I lost it.  I thought of all the times I’d lost it or left it behind before… when I left it at Taylor’s house… when it fell off while I was walking up a flight of stairs, prompting me to climb alllll the way back down to get it… and I thought, ‘well, such is life.’  I was upset, but what could I do?

    …Until this morning, when I went into my purse to get my wallet, and there it was, right underneath.  Apparently it had fallen off when I pulled out my wallet to pay for parking.  :P  The ring is like a linked object for the relationship I’ve had with this person;  I held onto it for longer than I should have, then put it away when I accepted that it was time to move on; once I felt I had gotten over it I pulled it out again and incorporated it back into my life, and then proceeded to drop it everywhere, leave it behind, and generally make a mess of it.  :P  Maybe I should put it somewhere safe so I stop doing that.


  • A friendly dream, what Alexis regrets, and what happens when you are trapped by your own web of lies

    I dreamt that I was in a convention center… or a ballroom, and I was meeting all kinds of interesting people.  Aleks was there but I kept introducing him to people as either “Scott” or “Skate.”  I met this REALLY beautiful woman who I think might have been someone I’ve met… she was tall with black hair and really lovely features, and I dreamt that she smelled really nice.  After a while a wasp started chasing me… I was trying REALLY hard not to kill it, but it just kept coming after me and right before I was going to smash it, I woke up.

    Yuck.  It’s five AM and I’m awake.  :(  I’m going to the Furry Scurry with Tina today… I love Tina to death but I wish I would have said no so I could still be asleep.  :P  At least it’ll be interesting… lots of fun things to see, and we’re going out for falafel afterwards.  Sooooooo that’s good.

    I don’t think anyone I know is watching Rooftop Prince, but… [spoiler alert] episodes 13 and 14 came out this week, and OH MY GOSH were they ever good.  Se Na got caught lying about her family to Lee Gak, she got caught lying about giving Park Ha an airplane ticket, and she got caught lying to her biological mother about being her long-lost daughter, In Joo.  She just can’t catch a break, and GOOD.  Someone so actively dedicated to being selfish should suffer.  She tried to steal Lee Gak away from Park Ha, and now their engagement is over.  She and Tae Moo deserve each other.  SPEAKING of Tae Moo, what’s going to happen with the fact that he found the real Tae Yong in a coma in America?  What happens when he wakes up?  He’s going to tell everyone that Tae Moo tried to murder him!  But Lee Gak will be in trouble. [/spoiler]

    Anyway, I really need to straighten my hair.  And I desperately want a cup of coffee and a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.


  • Oh, Mike

    “This must be something I’ve always wanted, otherwise it wouldn’t suck so much to finally have it.”

    This just reminded me about how I feel about being a girl sometimes!  ;D


  • Ladylike

    Today I bought a copy of Amy Vanderbilt’s Everyday Etiquette  for six dollars at Black & Read.  I was really pleased, because I really enjoy reading books about correct manners and etiquette.  I like to know the minutiae of every little social thing, right down to when you should remove your gloves to shake hands at a wedding reception (even though no one wears gloves like that anymore).  While talking to Taylor earlier, I mentioned that I had been looking for a book on how to be more ladylike, and when she asked about what I meant when I said that word, I came to the realization that I didn’t really know.

    Because what IS ladylike?  How would you define that?  It’s obviously a word with a meaning (characteristic of a lady; well-bred), but even with that sexist/classist definition, it’s not really saying a lot.  What do ladies do?  Throw dinner parties?  Bake cakes?  Knit scarves?  Play bridge?  I think my definition of a lady is evocative of a woman in the 1920′s, which, while a fairly major decade for feminism (19th amendment, birth of Planned Parenthood), wasn’t necessarily the best for the subversion of the patriarchy and the elimination of sexist thoughts like “these are things that ladies do.”  Clearly that isn’t a good way of thinking about it.  But.

    Draw a two-column chart, and label one side “feminine” and the other “masculine.”  Title it “Alexis.”  In the first column, you can put traits such as hairstyle, clothing, makeup, breasts, butt, interests, mannerisms.  On the masculine side, write things like body shape, voice, and hair growth.  Assign each item a value based on how feminine/masculine it is.  Which column has the higher value?  Even if I appear more feminine than masculine, do I have so many masculine traits that it makes me easy to read?  How can I protect myself against that?  I can either move traits from “masculine” to “feminine” (by training my voice and having surgery) or I can add things to the feminine column to outweigh my masculine traits.  So I can grow my hair out, or make my breasts appear larger, or wear more girly clothing, or behave in a more (socially acceptable) feminine way.

    Although I reject the notion that breasts=woman, and sexy clothing=woman, and girly behavior=woman, society at large accepts those things.  Accepts them and enforces them.  And you can choose not to participate by cutting your hair short, not padding your bra,  and acting however you want to act, but people will, in turn, view you as unfeminine or even masculine.  That’s fine for a cis woman, because people will still view them as women, but when I am unfeminine, I am seen as a man.  So although participating in the idea of being “ladylike” is sexist, I still feel it desirable to do.

    All that is beside the point, though; I still haven’t really looked at what “ladylike” means.  So, again, what is it that “ladies” do?  If you take your cues from this book I bought, ladies dress fashionably, and know which fork to use, and are very courteous and knowledgeable on matters of social decorum, and say intelligent things, and are friendly and fun to be around.  So… am I not those things?  Do I not do those things?

    Perhaps part of why I’m so interested in this topic is because I feel like I am not, although I’m sure some people who read this will disagree.  I feel unfeminine and uninteresting, and I want to try to be better.

    I guess that’s all there really is to it.  I shouldn’t really be thinking this way about ANY of this; that women (or ladies) should act in a certain way (although I don’t think anyone SHOULD do anything, just that stereotypically that is what occurs, but even thinking that is somewhat problematic) and I shouldn’t be so negative towards myself in thinking that I need “correction” in ANY area of my life.  The former is sexist and I should know better, and the latter is troubling and self-destructive.  I am who I am–I am a sweet, mildly interesting, somewhat pretty girl–and I shouldn’t feel the need to “fix” myself.


  • Moving

    I’m done moving!  I’m writing this from my new bedroom in my mom’s house.  :P  It’s hard to pin down how I feel about being here.  I really enjoy the company!  I’m really happy to be closer to my family.  BUT I’m kind of in this position where I’m uncomfortable a lot because of things that people say.  And I don’t want to risk making people upset when I push people to stop using racist/sexist language.

    I’m also a little uncomfortable in that I keep having to communicate the way I want to be referred to… I got a little frustrated earlier and shouted “gender-neutral terms!” at my brother, although it didn’t seem like he took offense.  I really want to live up to my chosen namesake, although… in a very real way, that’s exactly what I’m doing.  :P

    Anyway,  I’m here, and it’s nice.  I actually have myself set up so I’m on my bed right now and I’m looking at my TV from across the room, which I’ve set up as my monitor.  XD  So silly.

    I did most of the moving by myself, but I had some help from my brother and my mom.  Andy came over to help me move the heavy stuff and my mom came over to help me with the cleaning.  It all got done pretty fast, although it did take three days for me to get out of there.  :P

    But that’s done, so… yeah.  I’m caught up on Rooftop Prince!  I can’t wait for a new episode to come out, I’m like on the edge of my seat with anticipation.  I think in the meantime I’ll start watching My Girlfriend Is A Gumiho.

    And that’s all!

    OH!  I decided to throw away my ratty old swivel chair today.  SO, while I was walking to the dumpster, I was like… “do I care if anyone thinks I’m silly?”  And the answer was no, so I hopped on and rode the chair down the hill.  :D  It was a lot of fun.

    And THAT’S all.


  • Satori

    For like… five minutes I was staring at the screen, typing angrily and deleting what I’d written, wishing that I had the magical ability to disconnect.  And then I realized, I totally have that power.

    I don’t have to argue with people on the internet anymore!

    :O


  • The willing/the unwilling

    Last night, I dreamt I found a new job.  I was some kind of weird, all-purpose employee in a weird, all-purpose shop.  We were selling Irish food and sweaters.

    When I woke up, I felt… awful.  Physically, I feel fine, but emotionally I feel so regretful about my life.  Regretful that I’m going out today in boy drag.  That I’ll be doing it again tomorrow.  That I spent so long outside of an identity that I wanted.  I feel like… I missed out.  And I’m really tired of feeling that way.

    I obviously can’t go back and relive my life.  And there’s very little I can do about going to work in boy drag, since… there’s really no room for fashion with my uniform.  I’ve already set things in motion that will hopefully mix things up enough that I will shake off this feeling. But we’ll see.


  • Exciting Things

    I woke up today and there was snow on the ground.  :(  Alex is not a happy girl.

    Today I’m going to Neat Market with Tina.  Taylor is working there today, and I think Aleks is going to be there too, so that’s cool.  Afterwards, Tina wants to go to City, O City, although I question the logic of this because we eat so much at Neat.  :|

    I’ve been really lazy this weekend… I spent yesterday on the couch, mostly, stopping to go buy some makeup (of which I bought all the wrong shades!) and groceries.  I made a pretty interesting version of Chipotle’s cilantro rice for dinner… it was pretty yummy, but the rice didn’t have the right texture.

    Besides that… Exciting Things are happening.  There’s going to be a lot of upheaval in my life over the next couple of months, and at least one very new experience.  From moving out of here, into my mom’s house, and out of there, to wherever, I don’t even know yet… to hopefully taking classes again in the fall.  My one year tranniversary is four and a half months away.  Maybe I’ll be ready to go full-time soon.

    I never really thought I’d get this far, you know?  Although there’s still a lot left to do, I’m happy that I have done as much as I have.




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