I abridged my blog by deleting a lot of posts from the past few months. I'm gonna re-upload them at my own risk.
All this unkempt and ruggedness, it's not fun. I want it to stop. I want something to be nice for once. I want to be a lovable sort for a day or two.
I haven't had any adventures lately. Just chronicles of the day-to-day, the long hairs of father time's beard weaved into anecdotes and stories.
And half the time, the stories don't make sense. I don't make sense. Maybe I should resign myself to that station. Maybe I shouldn't try to be pretty anymore. But I'll never stop, because the feeling is too strong... I wasn't ever raised to shut up. I feel no need to fight my nature, today.
I won't post this one for a few days, and I'll probably confuse my followers with my inconsistency of intent. It's just going to have to be our reality, the scatterbrained pinball of wants.
I have an inkling of this feeling that my friends and family would like me more if I detransitioned. I dunno why.
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