✨Spirit Halloween⚧Femme✨ @ikea_femme@witches.town

#exodus #introduction #introductions I'm moving back to octodon. https://octodon.social/web/accounts/3229 Ikea_femme@octodon.social

Love ya all, witches.

The extent of my social life is rolling my eyes in unison with retail employees after they get jerk customers.

Somehow the fact that Mastodon DOESN'T FUCKING SCROLL WITH VIMKEYS always makes me angry enough to forget the existential dread of things I can change in my life, but that I'm scared to change.

Like that my mom's said she doesn't know that she'd still consider me myself if I got a female passing voice. Sometimes I wish I could just be told it's impossible to fix my voice, so I don't have that hope/fear/anger at my mom.

Other times I'm all jjjjjjjjjklkjkkkjkkkkk WHAT THE FUCK MASTODON? I THOUGHT YOU WERE A NERD NETWORK.

It makes me feel guilty to even admit it here, where people can see the content warning. Like I'm letting down my siblings by blending in, not even for safety but just to feel comfortable.

When I sort of passed at work, it was the first time in my 28 years I felt sort of human.

And I hate it. Nothing bad happens when I don't pass. There's sirs and microagressions and condescending cis lady friends, but that's nothing. Ugh.

And I hate that a big "not comfortable taking to other trans people" thing is that I deep down, sincerely wish I passed and feel anything other than passing is a coping mechanism. I am not one bit ashamed of being trans, but I want to be seen as trans on my terms because I'm not comfortable with a fuck society attitude. I'm a social creature and I hate being clocked. If it were possible to be stealth, I might even consider that.

So I made a couple new friends today, an autistic cisgender woman and a trans woman, and I was kind of jazzed because I haven't really met any other trans women other than one gal who I didn't really get along with.

But, God, I realize there's stuff I feel comfortable talking to cis people about and stuff I'm comfortable talking to trans people about, and the talk to trans people set is not a superset of talk to cis people.

I wish all my accounts weren't tied to my email which contains my deadname, or my college email which they'll deactivate once I get my diploma.

I think my batch at this programming retreat can all see my gross AF email and I'm uncomfortable asking to change it because I know email is also the login id in their system.

Is my current effexor weening strategy of "put off taking it until I get a brain zap" smart, or am I setting myself up for something bad? Sick of taking it now that I'm in a better place in life and want feelings back.

I tried googling it once, and got scared before I found it.

My white whale is this one weird video I found called dishdoer or something like that. A creepy guy drives his car into his garage, and voiceover says, "I think about it all the time." And then there's a bunch of smashcuts of him turning on the sink, pouring dishsoap everywhere, and cleaning each dish. He turns to the camera and says, "A clean dish is like a clean mind. There's nothing on it."

And then the creepiest wordart in history says "DO YOUR DISHES."

I think about it a lot. Was it real? Was it a fever dream? Should I do the dishes?

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race conditions make fools of us all https://witches.town/media/mM2AtDvqlLO6Equm-Zk

I think I need to get serious about voice work. NYC is too loud to keep playing the demure high pitched whisper game that had me pass in the suburbs. Also, I'm starting to have feelings where I wish I was stealth, even though I know it's probably impossible without doing more damage than good. Ugh. All my friends know, and yelling over traffic and other conversations in restaurants means my new acquaintances probably know, too.

Never before has the reality of being a #trans woman computer science graduate been more clear.

A couple on OKC asked me to be their unicorn, told me to consider applying for the startup they work with. I've been headhunted and unicorn hunted, but never at the same time?!

Lol everyone in Soho is so pretty and I look like I'm here to develop my computer science skills and wear makeup. And I'm not sure how to wear makeup.

I like French because you can write I dunno on a restaurant sign in NYC but in French and it looks romantic

It's great that I graduated college, but I'm anxious about what's next. Like, I'm 28, and have a bachelor's degree, and people are saying nice things. But I see so many much more successful people. I feel like being trans exposes me to peers who are struggling like I was when my depression was at its worst, and really successful people who can afford to live their best lives. And I feel like I'm in between and probably uncomfortable for both groups.