u/Riala4

I always sang Mark (and this is beside the point, but I would really love to see a show sometime where Mark is transgender and transitioning, and is played by a woman), but I identified with Joanne and Collins. I was the older "wiser" responsible teacher figure of my friend group. I make lists in my sleep. I had a Maureen ("what to do with my impromptu baby") and I had an Angel ("unafraid to say I love you"), and we lost our Angel. Sometimes you learn "no day but today" the hard way...

Anyway, how 'bout you?

If any of you were fans back in the day and did not go see this in the theatre, you have done a terrible disservice to yourself and your fellow Xennials. I was grinning from ear to ear the whole time. I laughed (a lot), I cried, I squeed like my 7-year-old little girly self at the second end credits scene...and if we don't get a sequel or a certain long-overdue live action spin-off, I will be srsly pissed off...

That is all.

This was our dinner episode of the day yesterday, and I got to thinking, who really had it worse? You have Picard, notorious child-disliker, stuck with a broken ankle and three terrified children; Riker carting around Data's disembodied head; Troi on the bridge trying to decide whether to sacrifice the lives of anyone who might still be alive in the drive section (oh, which unbeknownst to her, by that point also includes her Imzadi); Beverly and Geordi facing a host of unpleasant deaths in the cargo bay; and finally Worf and Keiko and later Molly in Ten Forward.

What sayeth you, Interweb Trekkies? Cuz I really can't decide, myself...

I was hoping to include a poll, but apparently that's not an option...

So I'm sitting in the ER with my mom who fell yesterday. This other older lady, who also fell and looks about twice as beat up from it, starts talking to us out of nowhere...

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Ok, let me back up a bit. Yesterday we were moving out of our Public Storage unit and putting it all in a shed in our backyard. My bladder had woken me up at 4:30 and I wasn't able to get back to sleep. I was also recently diagnosed with anemia and now take iron, but I've been only about 85% of normal since. We hired guys to do the heavy lifting, but I still helped a little (a little because that was all I could do), and was already pretty knocked out by the time Mom fell. Long story short, we got home from the ER last night around midnight. I slept, but it sure doesn't feel like it... I'm very punchy and in no mood to deal with any ridiculous or pointless human shenanigans...

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Anyway, so this lady says to my mom "whos this with you, your son?" And Mom's like "that's my daughter.". "Oh," the lady says, "what's his name?"

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To be fair, I'm wearing jeans and a gray collared polo shirt, my hair is tied back in a braid, I haven't shaved my goatee since like Tuesday, and because of how tired I am I'm sitting here all hunched over, so maybe my boobs aren't as pronounced...

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But still, it was kinda nice, having a total stranger not immediately box me in to a female archetype...I know it used to irk my mom, as a baby she'd dress me up in pink frilly dresses to go to the grocery only for the passers by to comment "oh he's so cute, how old is he?". Maybe she was just too tired to argue the point further with this lady...

So okay, I was messing around with my profile settings and inadvertently wiped out my avatar image! I was horrified - it's one of the most accurate depiction of myself I've ever found and was kind of the deciding factor for me to join up here in the first place...and so I've spent the last hour googling trying to find it, staring at image after image of my long lost kin, getting shifty as all get-out, and coming up empty. I finally had to try the Wayback Machine and thankfully I was able to snag it from there. So now it's a little degraded from what it was before, but you still get the idea...

I'm going to bed now...

Next day ETA: found the original on my phone, so this whole thing was a total non-issue. Sorry to have wasted everyone's time...😮‍💨

I wish men wouldn't go out of their way to open a door for me just because I have tits. I mean, I already had the door open, he should have just come through, but no, he took two steps back and to the side and insisted I go through first.

I can't use a binder, it would set off my claustrophobia. I don't think it would help anyway, can't bind my hips...

At some point last week I decided to "fiction up" my autobiography in an attempt to make it publishable. Been thinking about it for a while now, but the kicker was someone on here talking about therian resources or media (or the serious lack thereof), and I was like well shoot man, the first third of my book is all about my first life (the source of my therianthropy) and my awakening here!

So I spent the weekend editing. Only got through the first four chapters or so, tweaking phrasing and the order of certain passages to make it a little more coherent, changing names to protect the innocent...

Delving in depth into the life of my animal self has left me super shifty. Like not just phantom limb shifty. All weekend I was there, I was the cat, I was with others of my kind and the other souls from that life that I'd grown attached to. The memories left me a bit melancholy as they tend to do, but at the same time tranquil, peaceful.

I have to start work in 20 minutes, I have to "put the cat away" for now, put my work hat on and focus. But I'm having trouble shaking it...

Anyway, just had to talk and get it out of me, thanks for listening...