man i don’t know that i can actually write the review i want to write? it’s one of the many weird things about having a dead dad, that talking about the things i wish were different about my dad feels like a betrayal. so — who knows. one day i’ll write a proper review! in […]
Author Archives: rystar.today
book review: “the thief”, by megan whalen turner
i saw this while scrolling through the library app! i loved this book immensely as a Youth — i blew through it in a few hours while panicking over job hunt stuff and enjoyed it just as much now as i ever did
book review: “born to run”, by christopher mcdougall
for the most part, i enjoyed this! i was kind of not expecting to tbh, but — — i mean, i grew up in seattle in an evangelical household; i’ve more or less gotten over a lot of it, but between the self conscious yuppified hippie bullshit and the evangelical damage, my big stupid pollyanna […]
new toy
feminism 101
before i started T, i very much thought of it purely as a set of physical changes, but that’s not even close to accurate. …rather — maybe it’s more accurate to say that a LOT of mental health stuff was wrapped up in the physical part, in much more foundational and fundamental ways than i […]
netiquette
…….as a side note, everyone else in the webring is a lot less blog-chatty than i am, which i simultaneously feel self conscious about and also I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. walt whitman (on a semi-related note, i have […]
adventures in ???passing???
i see my face a bunch of times every single day, and i hear my voice all the time, and it’s very hard to tell if i look or sound different i get directed to the men’s bathroom now, though, and i listened to a recording of my voice and was legitimately surprised how i […]
superstar.
voice testing for dummies
so — i know T is doing SOMETHING, i just don’t know WHAT. i’m in this body all the time 24/7, so from my perspective, i can tell my voice is lowER, but not how low. my deeply embarrassing judge for whether or not i’m passing has become whether or not i get harassed in […]
just little masculinized chest things
i used to think that i was agoraphobic, or like — agoraphobic because of depression and anxiety, or lazy, or SOMETHING; turns out it might have just been dysphoria the whole time? it’s so easy to just toss a t-shirt on and go outside without the bone-deep tiredness that would come over me every single […]