Instructions unclear, got shitfaced at a county fair and started yelling at carnies for keeping goldfish in tiny bowls and giving out what is essentially a 17-inch carp species that lives for 45 years to small children as prizes when instead of being allowed to flourish into the gravel-dredging pond monsters that they truly are, they are instead forced experience a slow, agonizing death as their internal organs outgrow their skeletal structures due to cramped conditions and poor water filtration

Critical support to ERCOT in its ongoing war against all parts of Texas that are not currently on fire.

Marg bar Texas

Over 3 billion meat-devices run Gender Java. Incidentally, Gender JSP gets packaged as a Gender WAR.

Woman never yes man a NESticle 6502 MMC no was an emulated.

The Yes Men Save the World not beating the misogyny allegations

Amazing drag and/or roller derby name

Gel would probably work too, since you can adjust the dose somewhat. Absorption might be inconsistent, though, especially depending on which gel you use. (For the record, I had pretty good luck with the [anime meme homebrew] stuff.)

Oh there you go, bringing class into it

Self-proclaimed gender Osirises weighing everyone’s gender identity against a feather and then proclaiming everyone but the whitest and cissest to be invalid

“Oh, and just one more thing!”

Nothing personnel, kid

First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because Communism no iPhone Vuvuzela 🎺

I remember watching the Crying Game

Big oof, jokes about that film (and the ending to Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, which is itself a lazy Crying Game reference) are about the level of exposure that I had growing up. And maybe Silence of the Lambs. Not exactly ringing endorsements of embracing one’s non-cisgendered identity, lol

I remember from around age 5 or 6 always wanting to grow out my hair, but my mom and grandparents always threatened me: if I ever actually did it, my uncles would hold me down and shave my head. When I was 12, my mom actually did completely shave my head in the summer in a misguided attempt to treat a chronic skin condition. Someone got me on video tape back then, and I absolutely could not recognize myself in the video footage that they shot at whatever family gathering that was. It was to the point where hearing my own voice come out of that was enough to make me feel physically ill.

As for that little kid, he’s the son of a CHUD from a CHUD part of a mostly-CHUD town in a CHUD state that is among the worst in the nation for LGBTQ rights, anti-trans legislation, and hate crimes. I expect absolutely nothing, and yet I am still disappointed. I really need to get myself and my family out of here.

I had “the realization” when I was about 40, and then started dabbling in DIY HRT when I was 41 and had to go back off of it within about three months because of health issues. I went back on DIY (via a less problematic approach) just before I turned 43, and I’ve been at it ever since. Since then, I have definitely developed femme waist/hip/chest proportions compared to before, but body hair growth is as bad as ever, and home IPL zappers only do so much. Ravages of testosterone exposure, I guess.

I still present as masc because I don’t feel safe to come out publicly while living where I do; I absolutely do not want to jeopardize my job or get assaulted by local CHUDs. Apparently the baggy t-shirt + MILF jeans combo isn’t cutting it anymore though, because I may have been clocked by a 7 year old. It’s possible that the little shit has just never seen an aging metalhead with long hair, but it’s still pretty fucking jarring when a kid just looks at you and blurts out, “ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL?” before hearing your voice.

Nice; sounds about right. I only brought it up because it’s something I haven’t seen mentioned in the other threads about the film – I read a lot of overlap between dysphoric malaise and autistic burnout with the way that Smith plays the character, at least in the first third or so of the movie, which is appropriate because of how many of us (myself included) are ND and, in a lot of cases, on the spectrum. I also posted that comment like 10 minutes before the dysphoria narrative went from “vague symbolism” to “blatantly obvious.”

I can confirm, though: if you just got out of the spiral of loneliness, depression, and denial, it is a hard fucking watch. 8 hours later, and quite honestly, I still feel enraged by it.