Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.
I forgot where I was going with this.
instead of looking up actual good workout routines I literally just looked up ''how to get ripped like wolverine'' and I'm honestly surprised at how credible the sources seemed. I will be taking this into account for my future workouts.
The things testosterone has me doing... (I just took apart a DVD player)
Thank fuck for testosterone. Every time I have to refill my prescription I’m terrified something will go wrong and I won’t be able to get it. But luckily just a slight hiccup this time. Testosterone is secured
self-made man // march 2023
"We have a new AI feature!" "With the power of AI..." "Our AI..."
I am going to abandon technology and start only inscribing things on clay tablets
drift
lose time gain time ride the time machine
twirl
tear up the diagnoses let them rain down like pride parade confetti
fly
use them for all they’re worth in meds or therapy or sheer survival
evaporate
claim ourselves escape artists
efficient and beautiful
Listen to Eli Clare read this poem
trans + queer in the American South (and other oddities)mid-20she/him
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