I'm an Ocean (All Emotion)

I ran into a fellow professor and her boyfriend at Late Night Slice earlier. We bitched about our students and she gendered me correctly to her BF. Really lifted my spirits :)

In which I get photo-bombed by someone’s booty… :)

In which I get photo-bombed by someone’s booty… :)

Seeing this made my day :)

Snarfing down some Late Night Slice :)

Snarfing down some Late Night Slice :)

Got “gender policed” pretty hard by someone I care about yesterday, and it totally sucked/ruined my day. 

This person said that I get misgendered because my voice, walk, and mannerisms are too masculine. Also, I’m too loud and boistrous for a woman. They were “only trying to help.” Of course, there was some serious victim-blaming going on there. *Sigh*

I am faced with a dilemma, though. If I “be myself,” the probability of getting misgendered goes up. So I’m faced with two options: Put a lot of work/time/money into further feminizing my mannerisms/walk/voice, and lose a bit of myself in the process… Or find a way to not feel like I’m getting fork-stabbed in the soul every time I get misgendered. 

Blerg. 

Good morning, everyone! :)

Woah... excuse me for being blunt but you are really pretty!
Anonymous

Awww! Thank you :)

thepaisleywind:

oh-imprettyboy:

darning-socks:

wouldn’t a mating call be simpler

I know a friend who could use this.

IS IT ME? IS IT ME? OH BOY I THINK IT MIGHT BE ME!

Hmm. I might need this shirt. Might simplify my life :) 

Me, at least twice a day:

…Goes to the bathrooom, looks in the mirror. 

Thinks: “Huh. I don’t look as awful as I thought I did.” 

Blerg. 

Writing an exam while listening to classic 80s … The main danger? That I’ll slip lyrics from “Dress You Up” into the test.