transister.social

im worried about asking for a haircut style and my stylist sighing because it's not a real hair thing outside of anime profile pictures

even if it could frame my face cutely

we should all get one of those presidential sashes in Barbie i think

but you put whatever,,, your job, your name or nickname, insta handle, a picture of your pet turtle :agoogleturtle:

everyone gets to pick what their sash says :blobcatscience: ,,,

mine would say something bitchin'
like

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ginny

uhm where do all the catbois hang out on fedi :blobpleading:

asking for a friend who basically needs to pet their furs and also scritch such as their ears :ablobpats:

amab: allegedly male at birth

Fedi is basically a forum except you can only read the posts in chronological order, then sometimes when you click into a thread you only see a third of the posts.

People making the design decisions cannot be using this like normal (ie, trans) people do.

y'all my ex-wife got outsmarted by the pet rats. they have all escaped.

her recovery plan is "I put a ladder to make it easy to come home" and wait

I'm dying

mutual aid for lonely transfemmes (me)

cool feature of HRT is anytime I get angry I instantly become paranoid my testosterone levels have increased

The fucking impracticality of my kitchen organization is the strongest evidence yet that I'm plural.

My trans journey began with ancient knowledge - a bible, of sorts - passed on to me by a wise and benevolent possum

my life is awesome

anecdotally the site turn me into a girl has a 100% success rate :demigirl_potion:

boys are the undersized fuse that trips when you use your hair dryer and curling iron at the same time, then asks why it takes you so long to get ready

the “oh they have a linux binary“ to disappointment pipeline

Today in awkward transphobia: guy inside restaurant notices me walking toward entrance, he leaves through the entrance door to hold it open for me (already awkward), clocks me as trans, stands confused holding and blocking the door for a good 20 seconds, goes back in while closing the door.

I wait for all that then enter like a normal person

I'm wearing too much black but I'm already at the chicken place with nothing to do about it but look like I'm about to strike the set of my shitty one act show

product idea: a transfemme stash box for holding your syringes, needles, and with perfectly-sized slots for your estradiol vial(s)

the case exterior is trans as fuck. it’s not subtle at all. we tried to tone it down and made it more queer.

there is also the deluxe edition; it costs a bit more but can securely attach to any sized blahaj. the upgrade is worth it

lol insurance company, no, i don't need to restart coverage on my ex-wife's wedding ring