My egg fully cracked when I was at Anthrocon 2022. I had an artist named "Dark Natasha" commissioned to make a new badge for me. I had been questioning myself for some time prior to this, but I couldn't come to accept it for various reasons. I was originally just going to ask for a "more femme" badge of my fursona, but after fighting with myself, I changed it to straight female. Over the next 24 hours, I was agonizing over it and terrified as all hell. I knew deep down inside that it would change my life, but I didn't want to accept it. I ended up waiting until right before the Dealer's Den closed the day for pick-up before I picked it up. Once I did, I picked it up and took one look at it. I was entranced by it and just starting bawling in the middle of a rather decently sized crowd. In that moment, my life was changed forever. I finally came to accept that I was trans.

What finally made me fully accept that I was trans and put my worries to the sword was that I was about a year and a half into my transition. I had been fighting and fighting to change my life and change my appearance hard. I put a ton of effort into everything I had done up to that point. I had voice trained for a long time. I had changed my clothes. I had changed just about every aspect of my social self. I still had prying questions into myself and was wondering if I actually was truly trans (for various reasons that I shan't get into). Then I decided to think on it and came to a very simple conclusion. Who in their mind would willingly change their lives with such a great amount of effort? I mean, I even estranged family and was very shortly getting bottom surgery. I also oft proclaimed that I would absolutely refuse to ever go back to who I used to be. Who would do this if they were cis? Literally no one. And then finally the questions ceased. Now, I live my best life. I'm truly happy for the first time in my life. And you know what? I woudn't exchange it for anything.

My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness. I mentioned to a friend about how I I jokingly told myself that if I was so touch starved I could hire a prostitute about it and how that joke suddenly became super painful when I realized that if I hired a prostitute the thing I'd want more than anything to do with her is to be the little spoon while she ran her fingers through my hair while we were clothed. My friend then mentioned how that basically happened in MLEWL too

i'm very emotionally well adjusted :3

oh wow i think the girl tears are finally here :)

careful with large drawing needles. if your vials (i'm assuming) have that rubber stopper you'll punch pieces of it into the vial

it's better to use a small one and just eat the time commitment