Angela Quinton @aquinton@computerfairi.es

I answered 8 questions about my trans werewolf horror story "They Say Don't Get Clocked" as part of a thesis study by Miranda Lascelles.

She asks werewolf fiction writers "what aspects of humanity does Lycanthropy symbolize" in media and their work. I had a lot to say!

http://argylewerewolf.com/lycanthropy-thesis-questions/

Pictured: me, having normal feelings about desiring to possess 390 pounds of bite force

The conversation began on the subject of diets and body-shaming. She is on the low FODMAP diet (same as my wife) for IBS and other GI issues and said she went from “chubby” to what she feels is sickly thin, and in both body types, people made hurtful comments that presumed to know how SHE felt about herself. She has had body image issues her whole life, and seemed very affected by my description of dysphoria as a pervasive discomfort.

Yesterday I attended the final parking lot BBQ of the season here in snowbird villa. I spent 35 minutes talking with a lady who said she’d never met a trans person before me, and who is clearly a republican. I told her what it was like for me, how I “knew”, what HRT does, and what it’s like living with dysphoria. She went from being polite with “you’re just pretending” vibes to “oh my god, that makes sense, I had no idea what it was like!”

I want rhubarb pie so bad

This place still isn’t complete without Misty View aka Cheatlines

imo you should wish @mavica_again a happy birthday as it leaves behind a year plagued with hardships and enters a year that promises to be filled with some seriously rad shit. it is long overdue for an upward trend in its circumstances, and some birthday wishes and positive interactions are a nice way to help that along.

Trans People Who Handle Their Bodies like a Dog Handles Its Favourite Chewtoy

I got lucky! I took a banged-up knee and shin instead of a full fall or wrecked ankle. No damage to the joint, and no swelling. I walked it off for a minute, and it stopped bleeding shortly after. I washed it off in Black Canyon Creek and people stopped even noticing it. I hope I get a little scar from it. I like the idea of my body accumulating a patina from the things I'm doing with it, now that we're friends.

The bandage on my knee is from the one noteworthy injury I sustained: I stumbled over one of the 75 million loose rocks on the trail between Bumble Bee Ranch and Gloriana Mine, and it was either "maybe sprain my ankle, ending my race" or "take it on the knee & hope for the best".

I alway feel bad for the freight cars that have been stencilled with "DO NOT HUMP"