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I really want to start HRT, I've just gotten a bit nervous about what changes could occur in terms of brain stuff.

For any transitioned/transitioning trans fems or individuals who did estrogen HRT, are there any noticeable effects it has on your personality/way you process stuff?

Answers are not required, but could be helpful.

Thanks

09/13/2024

At around 11:25 pm

It was a nice man and his friend who I decided to help get to a destination since they were stranded. The nice guy was saying how he had been having a terrible day earlier while I was just getting gas. It was mostly all fine, just awkward as they hailed from a different type of town. Probably in a gang of some sort. They asked if I was into weed, but I declined. When I got to the destination I declined payment from the nice man and he got out of the car. His friend said something, probably implying something dirty, but I was too dissociative to fully register it or think about it. He attempted to reach for my chest from the back seat. I stopped him. I should've made him pay more than $5 for every time he attempted to get me to kiss him with his words. He tried to kiss my cheek after giving me the money. He got out of the car. He told me I was pretty.

Nothing truly happened that night but I was nearly groped and was harassed. I don't even know if this could count as SA at all. It made me shakey when I got back home. I needed to get the smell of the men out of the car so I just doused everything in as much perfume as I could handle. The smell burned my nose and stung my lungs. I couldn't be that touchy with my partner, not when the image of his hands reaching from the back seat was still in my head. It's just a really bad memory, though it was two days ago.

I swore to myself the day after that I wouldn't let the ignorant man make the word "pretty" a venomous thing. That I wouldn't let myself entirely break down. I have weapons and not weapons in my car now, and on my body. Two items created by me, and one item originally for cutting paracord. I'm still shaky and weak. I'm still recovering from the bad memory from three days ago, still calming down.

I refuse to let cruelty take my heart, though I'm more weary now of who I should help. Who I should let in my car. Hopefully this world changes for the better soon.

I think last night I had a dream where I died and was reborn into a new body, a new life.

One where I was a girl in an estrogen dominant body, where I was happier and had more friends stay. One where I was a happier me in a life where I was who I've been dying to become sooner rather than later. It felt like blissful joy. A life so close to my hopes, yet so disconnected by the space that weaves in between this reality and the next. It's a bit saddening, having those slumbering moments as the girl who I want to be in a body I enjoyed, though now I am back to earth, in the body I've been cursing for maybe 3 years now.

Sometimes I wish I could detach from this physical coil and drift off indefinitely within my dreams and exist free of charge, but I know I'd miss too many things to stay.

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Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

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Okay, so I'm doing experiments to figure out the limitations of the mobile rot. So I'm eating dinner and I'm seeing if Mother Long Legs/Terror Long Legs are capable of eating leviathans, and I started eating like 20 minutes ago, they're still trying to eat the leviathan but I don't know if there is any progress, but the MLL/TLL are still going at it and I'm confused if I should leave this overnight or what?

I'm curious about the potato luck, perhaps tomorrow I shall be granted a most bountiful supply of frogs