lowkey i need to stop fucking with poly people before i get my feelings hurt and end up cancelled for the things i say about polyamory in my crash out tweets.
upon further reflection, i think i don’t want to stop cooking. i just want to grind a few more years and then take a cushy chef position in a mid-size city that has way less competition.
last night i went hard af singing the girl from ipanema (frank sinatra) at the karaoke bar and immediately after a theater gay came up and tried to recruit me for his upcoming ttrpg campaign.
twitterftm discourse is unintelligible to me as a former butch child who was third gendered thoughout adolescence + transed mainly because i passed years before i even thought to take T.