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IM GAY
AND TRANS
But...
I've been listening to fucking BOOMER ALBUMS with magi!!!Hi nerds and sorry I disappeared, uh who knows when I'll be back. I miss talking to people, but y'know. Please excuse the monologue...
We have 221 vinyl albums and 219 CDs, which is about what I expected but goddamn, bitch. That's after culling like thirty each of albums I don't care for. Together, we spent the week cataloguing every record we own on Discogs (I would never touch grass) which was generally pretty enjoyable, found out I have a few neato pressings from pretty far-flung places, for KKKanada. A West German (cringe) ( ) copy of the Jon & Vangelis Short Stories, a br*tish copy of Rubber Soul, a Spanish Yardbirds CD comp. I also discovered, to my sickening shock, that several albums I bought for decent prices (KT Tunstall LPs, Yes blurays) have in fact rocketed up in price to several times what I paid, absolutely horrifying.
Also we have been listening to a great deal of boomer tunes. Some cool things like Mingus Ah Um or Time Out, but also like, early albums by The Who, The Stooges, fucking, SF Sorrow. My internal tanks of Ressrve Gay Energy have almost totally depleted and I will have to engage in gaytrans slop soon; I am saying things like "I wish psychidellic rock was made exclusively by angry dykes". Basta Now was written for me, I think.
I miss talking to people but I'm finding it kind of stresses me out, on top of being a problem for my focus/time management skills. I'm such a fucking mess person, I'm less high strung and weird but the edges of my sense of self, the firmness of my self image, start to soften and go wobbly without other people. Socialising, talking, "You" is also the reflection of yourself in other people, what they see of you. I am without reflections to ponder and my brain is very very weird at this minute.
I miss you and love you, trans mega and the silly little gender people in it. I will try to be better and return.
NO FUCKIN' WAY, CAT EMOTES ADDED, THANK YOU TO THE HEROES WHO DO THIS