GalacticGrapefruit

I am neither transfemme, nor am I in a position to receive surgery for my own dysphoria. But I'll tell you this. As someone who has had a few good relationships with some incredible, sensitive, confident, and emotionally intelligent trans women who have had insecurities about being 'woman enough', I want you to know this.

No two women have the same body either. Tell you a secret, skin down there has a lot in common because, hormonally, they respond to the same triggers.

Trust your endocrinologist. Trust your surgeon. And trust your own heart. I know that is hard, for reasons that I promise you, I struggle with similarly.

You are woman enough for yourself. That is all you have to be. Only an abuser would expect you to be perfect, so don't abuse yourself when you've done so much to love who you are.

WINTER RAINS DOWN ON THE ASHES

MOTHER MAKES FUEL FOR THE BONES

MURDER RIPS GODS FROM THE MASSES

MURDER BRINGS

MURDER BRINGS

(okay, the soundtrack to Murder Drones goes really hard, AJ DiSpirito is a good musician, so sue me.)

At tables I've played and run in the past, 'Outsiders' (fiends, fey, celestials, etc.) embody the epitome of an ideal or motive taken to its logical extreme, for better or worse.

Take Zariel for example.

Yes. Simply put, yes, this was 1000% the right choice for WotC to make, and fuck them for not making it 30 years earlier.

Zero questions here, the only tables I stayed at long term were the ones where orcs and elves and humans had a precisely equal chance of being good or evil. The ones I left? The DMs and players who wanted an instant, easy 'kill this' marker were invariably super bigoted in the real world too.

I dunno, Klyden REALLY hated Bortus' mustache for the brief time he had it.

Maybe. I'm not sure, I haven't read those yet.

Quick rec for an amazingly good book I read recently. 'Moonstorm' by Yoon Ha Lee. It's a futuristic sci-fantasy where young 'Lancer pilots' fight on behalf of a paternistic empire, in a setting where the gravity of colonized worlds and the very laws of physics are governed by the laws of society and the people that comprise them. This phenomenon is so prevalent that rebel factions live out in a segment of space called 'the Moonstorm', where anarchistic and communal values lead to an erratic and unpredictable (but undeniably beautiful and free) cosmos. In the Empire, authoritative dogma and rigid social hierarchy leads to 'normal' (to us) gravity and 'predictable' (to us) celestial body movements. Gravity is a very heavy-handed metaphor for unity and national identity in the story, and it's brilliant in exploring the divide between an oppressive imperial autocracy and an anarchistic society with just the raw backdrop.

Also, techno-psychic sapient mechs and massive freaking gravity-powered railguns.

Roleplaying games. Games that let me pick my body and my pronouns with all the sliders, with dialogue that doesn't try to tell me who and what I am. Even if it's a fantasy world, I can turn off the rest of the world for long enough to recuperate and feel like the human I am inside again. It gives me enough of a reprieve to tolerate the people who don't tolerate me.

Having friends who know me and see ME does wonders for my dysphoria too.

And for my next trick, I mean miracle, I'll convince this crowd that Jesus is cool with rich bureaucrats by pounding the Widow And Her Two Mites into their skulls for the second time in a month.

Camels and needles? Rendering to Caesar? Braiding a whip? Loaves and fishes? Whaaaat, no, that's socialism, I mean Satanism!

But will you be a sunbeam for him?

i feel so called out.

HIGH ON THE WIRE BUT I WON'T TRIP IT 🤘🤡🤘