I’m movin’ on. I’ve unfollowed people here but refollowed on the new account. Posts here are probably going to be made private as I get about to it. email still works, messages are still enabled, if you want to contact me or can’t find me or something.

my life has gone right past ridiculous and right back into ridiculous.

that said, for personal reasons i’m considering moving (metaphorical, internet) house. there are, i think, issues w/ how i present myself here that i’m not sure how to resolve, and beyond that there are certain issues of exposure, mostly that this username is the same as one which is now connected to me irl through work. i’m not sure i’m comfortable w/ that. probably this blog will start to be disabled or limited in the near future, but the email address attached to it will still filter into my main account so you all can contact me that way. i also intend to just refollow half of allyall anyway, tbh, so there’s also that.

upon figuring this out, my voice went up three octaves, i squeaked DUDE and almost fell out of my chair.

for whatever reason he solves my bad moods.

Putting faith in its place (via QualiaSoup)

ten minute video on logical fallacies, burden of theological proof, and human conduct. nice graphics, british guy, what is not to like.

What one thing are you exceptionally bad at?

time management. paying attention. answering emails. not substituting cigarettes, tea, coffee, gum, bacon and/or ice cream for meals.

Ask me anything

and, apparently, following instructions.

I was the one who posted the Dear Old Love entry about having cancer, the one in which you responded and wished me well. Thank you for your kind thoughts. I had an operation and am totally cured. Thought you would want to know.

oh jeez i’m so glad for you! I was really happy to read this. Thanks for dropping a line, and I hope you’re happy and healthy in the new year.

Ask me anything

(via BUTT, actually, so there you go)

Blues Jumped the Rabbit — Karen Dalton

I have a ridiculous and intense love of Karen Dalton, and seeing her sing completely floored me.

so, i’m pretty sure i’m now officially the last of my friends to get on T. i don’t even have a scrip. i don’t even know if i want a scrip! i’ve had three therapists offer (including a therapist who is not mine) but tbh i’m not sure it’s a thing i want to do! i’m putting that right out there and saying it— i transitioned years ago, i have RLE, i’ve gone “full-time”, i live, work, and date as a fella, i’ve got my name changed, my shit together, i’m pretty much stealth, i pass enough that i don’t give a shit when i don’t, and I AM NOT SURE I WANT TO GO ON THE MYTHICAL RIDE THAT T APPARENTLY IS.

so uh there it is i guess. i must be pretty bad at this being a transsexual thing huh! after so long i guess i should’ve had my membership revoked or something but i guess we’re all a bit behind on our paperwork. and i guess i say ‘i guess’ a lot.

midnight-radio:

Annunciation. Fra Bartolommeo, 1500.