da war nix!

(nicht so präventiv-)haft für minister, die gerichtsurteile ignorieren, wann?

the roman administration in the east relied on greek, which was well established as an administrative language by alexander and his successors. cleopatra e.g. was a ptolemaic, greek queen.

congrats. ☺️

auch! wobei ich 4:30 durfte

mein opa hat immer gesagt: “d’ass nach néi ääne’ vum schaffe’ räich ginn.” (es ist noch nie jemand durch arbeit reich geworden)

und ich glaube er hat recht.

you can’t? what was i doing then for the last year?!

one of my most beloved affirmations of hell was this:

last year in summer, i (mtf 35-ish) was pre hrt, but have already had some laser sessions. so i was having a shitty day but decided to joun my transfem group. i was having a 0 fucks, 0 effort day, put on grey pants and a rather colourful shirt. i put my hair in a hair clip i had laying around. and headed out, boymoding. i used to wear exactly that fit for years before hatching day.

i went to the group meeting, and took the bus home. some drunken guy enters the bus, fixates me and asks:

• “you used to be a guy, don’t you?”
• “what?!”
• “yeah, you used to be guy!”

i don’t remember how i ended this discussion. he obv. tried something very transphobic, but it felt so good, that in this 0 effort day, i kinda passed (as transfem)? i am still puzzeled.

when it comes to not feeling gender but knowing something’s off, i had and still have that problem. repression is hard. but dressing up always feels so good. if this lack of a certain feeling of ‘being a gender’ makes you worry, that you are just ‘pretending’ being a girl … well if you are really that uncertain, playing the boy would be pretending too, no?

so what part you play is really up to you. try it and find out what makes you smile more. and if fluidity it is, so be it. :)

good luck, have a nice journey!

oh yeah, that’s why i shouldn’t rely on ai.

thanx! :)))

asked chat-gpt first, if an exploding heart is a serious issue. it said no and prescribed me listening to ‘voyage voyage’ every waking hour.

aww yiss! i was thinking about something … maybe i’ll find a cute plush frog. (and there goes my afternoon. ;p)

i will form a mantra of that. she likes me for a reason. she likes me for a reason …

thank you for you kind words.

i was thinkin an hour ago, that there is no way her image of myself is identical to the one i had of myself for a decade, and have since seen steadily, eroding. she only know me as the person i was for the last year or so, and that’s pretty consistent. i am no cool, creative or smart girl, yet she liked me back. time to befriend myself?

in theory, we should be fine. i wanna be and do better tho.

(˘︶˘).｡.:*♡

🦋

yeah, i had some reevaluation done. i am glad there i realised why i went exclusively for guys over the last decade ago. i feel like life in general is more fon now. bein able to gay around is just the cream on top of it. ;)

thx it’s shinier than ever!

🎉

very much appreciated! :)