I’m watching a movie called Fluke about a human who dies in a car crash and is reincarnated as a doggo and I’m cry.
Tag: oc
Name stuff
Seeing as every time I think of the guy I lived with Sophomore year, the name Jason doesn’t work for me as a masc name anymore, but it’s also the only one that clicks. So I figured something similar sounding might help, and my mom told me way back that when she was planning baby names for me, she thought if I was going to be a boy she would have named me either Oliver or Justice. And I really like that- Justice. It’s just…is that too flashy? Too flamboyant? I mean, my brother’s name us literally Courage, but I feel like I’m so femme looking that if I pick a masculine name that’s off the beaten track like that, people will accuse me of looking for attention or call me a fraud or…I dunno. Like, I have zero confidence in myself and my gender identity anyway, so I’d just crumble…..
You know that embarrassment when you have and tell hi to someone you know and you get closer and it wasn’t that person?
I just did that except it was a dog
I’m incredibly tired of people telling me what I am and am not. I’m tired of people telling me what I can and cannot be. And I am tired of people being confused when I explain. It’s not that fucking hard. Your brain is just tiny.
My parents disappoint me so deeply sometimes
So I told my mom today that one of my friends is asexual, and she was like “Oh. No, that’s an illness…”
My mother. Who has a masters degree in psychology. And a gay-ass daughter. She should fucking know better
So I think that went well….? I shadowed one person and interviewed with three others and I think I did well…. apparently I’ll hear tonight or tomorrow.
I have a second job interview tomorrow that will last from 1 until 5 and possibly later. Like…literally, this is going to be grueling.
Our new framer at work is very subtly condescending to me, and I don’t fucking like it.

It’s all @velvetlaceandscars fault
I’m cleaning my room and mom tried to butt in
Mom: Throw all your weird stuff away!
Me: [pterodactyl shriek]
Mom: Keep only adult stuff!
Me: [continues to pterodactyl scream over her]
Mom:
Me:
Me: [one last very small shriek]