in which a wigglytuff hates the diet industry
so i may have gone on an extended rant on facebook about how most diets are just eating disorders with good press departments.
because they are. they really are.
especially keto. i'm fucking coming for you, keto. you're a load of bullshit, keto. fuck you, keto.
can one of y'all good at tech shit people PLEASE invent me a robot where i can lean in, rest my head on a chin strap or whatever like i'm at the optometrist's office, and it'll measure whatever and paint on winged eyeliner when i close my eyes
P L E A S E
I WEAR GLASSES SO I CAN BARELY SEE WHAT I'M DOING WITH THEM OFF *AND* I GOT SHAKY HANDS SOMETIMES
because i'm sick as hell and don't want to share this shit with my psych but also want to serve some looks
...
not enough to figure out my magnetic lashes tho
so last night my dog tucked herself in VERY cutely, even making a pile of blankets into a pillow for her head
i tried to capture this cuteness
instead i got some highly relateable moods.
#hollypls #dogsofmastodon #dog #pupper #MOOOOOMTURNOFFTHEFLAAAAAASHIMTRYINGTOSLEEEEEEEP
a thing that happened yesterday that i just now remembered to post:
urgent care doc: how have your blood sugars been running with this cold?
me: honestly just kinda same as usual, running in the 90s or so when i wake up
me: ....
me: (DESPERATELY KEEPING STRAIGHT FACE AS MIND FILLS WITH https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ0xBCwkg3E )
here's a very good video of my dog getting a cookie https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_85Tsjk-SEM
An apothecary shop’s signboard with seven scenes of the owner attending to patients and a portrait of him at center from a shop in Dorset, England, 1623. https://advertisingpics.tumblr.com/post/181907146633/an-apothecary-shops-signboard-with-seven-scenes
pupdate: dog forgave me for getting up again but not before pointedly staring at me while trying to make a nest on top of my purse where i had laid her favourite (and MY favourite) blanket, approximately 6 inches away from her actual dog bed with her blanket in it.
now she's sitting on me while staring at my dad eating cheese-its
may my dog, who also just got cozy, forgive me for my 'but i want poptarts' related sins
terrible cishet rambling, i am so sorry in advance
i guess the takeaway is just that i'm gonna try to stay humble and not be a fucken asshole, and those are pretty good goals i think.
idk my dudes it's about all i got
terrible cishet rambling, i am so sorry in advance
i still v much run the risk of bumbling into trans femme spaces like an asshole, but i'm hoping that i'll become better at figuring out those lines over time. and when in doubt, i can always just ask.
because, well, it might be a topic where the poster only wants trans femme folks weighing in. or it might be validating to be treated as 'just one of the gals'. who knows! dunno until i ask, right?
terrible cishet rambling, i am so sorry in advance
or even that they're just fucking tired of explaining the trans experience over and over and are totally ok with that not being on the table. which is also extremely valid.
i figure if i can help ease that burden, just a tad, it's useful work to do, y'know?
terrible cishet rambling, i am so sorry in advance
so maybe in that avenue, i can sort of help open up something for trans femmes. like, if it becomes more of a thing to go "oh! yeah, my great auntie had to get her beard lasered off haha, sometimes bodies are weird" - if i can help make some things less of an indicator for 'hey i'm trans' - that might be a welcome shelter for somebody when they're in a situation where they don't feel safe outing themselves as trans.
30 y/o - token cishet - tumblr refugee. spoonie/15 chronic conditions in a trenchcoat/actual cyborg. just hangin' in there