|I'll totally enact the Poland Rule and make Warsaw your new capital!|
|i sew dolls and draw dumb gay pictures of my OCs, who are getting far too plentiful. I've sort of taken a giant break from dA due to artistic insecurities but I've recently dropped tumblr so here I am back. kinda. who knows|
sometimes, things are painfully annoying. After my laptop had a nice little crisis a couple of weeks ago, it had a repeat, and so I've lost all my data again and have had to start using a laptop from like 10 years ago that doesn't know what flash is. Good bye holiday art, good bye~
Aside from that, I'm having a nice little period of dysphoria lately. With the holidays here, I would like to spend as much time as possible presenting as a guy, only that's a little difficult when my mum ensures she's the first one to introduce me so I don't "induce any awkward questions". Which is annoying. I wish I could just transition fully already, but apparently because I didn't mention this when I was five, I've missed my chance. I seem to recall mentioning this when I was five. But then I was too immature. What. Whaaaaaaaat. Sometimes I wind up counting the days until I finish school and can skip off to get HRT and surgery. Yeah, unlikely to happen that quick, but shut up. I can dream. Is this immature? Probably.
Anyway, binding is cool, and definitely helps, but it's an unfortunate side affect of my perpetual anxiety and paranoia that I'm convinced I'm constantly suffocating and every bone touched by the binder is being crushed in to my lungs. Is that normal? Is that just me? Is my back actually hurting from the binder, or have I just twisted it again? Who knows.
In relation to fandoms, LAPTOP. In other news, my Dirk cosplay was quite fine, and now I've started on God Tier. Well. I bought the fabric. A friend and I shall start on our god tiers soon enough. Friday. Yes. It shall be fun. THIS TIME I SAY, THIS TIME I WILL TAKE FUCKING PHOTOS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE PANCAKES AND MERRINESS!!!!!! Hopefully. As I have a friend to help, it'll probably be easier. A friend who will be right there. All the time. Perfectly accessible. Perfect.
In more news, dad thought it would be a good idea to make me watch all the X Men films. And then take me to buy some comics. It wasn't a good idea. Too many fandoms. Too little time.