Gender mania
Anyone else ever feel like their whole transition, or life post-transition, has been one giant manic episode?
Anyone else ever feel like their whole transition, or life post-transition, has been one giant manic episode?
I got my tongue split yesterday—it got me reflecting.
One of my magnets in my hand, never quite settled well. It moved around a lot, and now that's it's starting to find a home, it's still a bit off from the target spot, and it's too deep to be very useful. Both are, really.
One could have possibly foreseen this from some earlier posts, on fashion tech, and particularly metal. I've sort of leaned into this world of body mods—for utility, or just for the aesthetic. Hacking myself with implants (I have four now, at time of writing) has given me a taste for these upgrades, this self-directed evolution of the entity that is me.
This is likely known, from other interaction or from piecing together from other blog posts, but: I'm pretty extreme in my free software enthusiasm.