I love illusions. From the David Copperfield extravagant stage kind, to simple optical illusions in pictures. Maybe because I want to cling to my child-self wonder of the real existence of magic. Continue reading
Some family hold you up when you tumble. Some family drain you emotionally like a ganon of leeches. Continue reading
About once every 28 days or so, I walk on eggs. Very fragile, raw, squashable eggs. Figuratively speaking. And partners of a woman who is about to shed, will know what I am talking about. Shed? Continue reading
When people grow older, they tend to become more demanding and irritable. The same seem to be true for animals – at least the one with whom I am intimately acquainted. Pooch. Continue reading
A while ago, I stopped posting to this blog and created a new blog where I continued posting. Then I made some updates in my transitioning journey’s journal and I posted here again. Somehow this made me feel discombobulated. Continue reading
I am sharing my experience after my adrenaline-hyped top surgery revision here, in case it might help somebody. Forewarned is forearmed. Unless you want to change species, that is.