You wear it like it's pink 😘

The affirming experience of being harassed as a woman!

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SOLD!

It's me 😘 and I don't think you were being aggressive at all. Just sensitive. I think we're all a little edgy about being mislabelled.

It started out as the former. Every time a post made me feel warm and cosy, I noticed it was your name attached to it. Now I have you pinned to the feeds in my Lemmy client so I can specifically look at Smorty content and — not dumb — adorable comments when I want that feeling. I hope that's not too spoopy. 💙

Guessing we're talking about Jesse Singal. The man who was banned and then allowed back in after negotiating directly with bsky staff.

There's no mention of a cool down. You can repeat it as soon as you've fully materialised at the first 7–inch destination. Assuming teleportation is immediate, and there's no refractory period, the distance limit is effectively meaningless.

Oh my fucking god, it actually is...

This is exactly my take as well. The means by which you got your CV on my desk is irrelevant to me. In fact, the CV itself is like the pretty picture on a bottle of wine that persuades me to choose it over the other basically identical pinots. And shorts and a t–shirt looks as professional to me as a suit. Actually better because suits give me C suite vibes. I literally only want to have a conversation and see how much you sound like you've done this before and know how to not fuck it up.

You just triggered an overwhelming urge to share my entire dating history with you. I'll resist, but suffice to say I probably shouldn't have dated anyone before HRT either. One of the many reasons it's hard not to dwell on the regret of transitioning so late.

I'm going through a breakup right now. It's been 7 days. We're still in touch, coaching each other through the hard times while trying to maintain a healthy amount of distance so we can each move on. This too is unprecedented. The very idea of speaking to an ex.

Really happy to hear about your BF. Being stable enough to keep a relationship alive for that long is honestly my ultimate goal. Low–key hoping my ex and I find our way back to each other as I continue to find my way to myself.

For sure. That lingering anxiety about nothing in particular, which SSRIs at best replaced with numbness, is fading away. Comfy is the word.

Your kitchen experience hits home. Every workplace I've been in I've related more to the women around me, and felt lonely for having them treat me like the other men. Not that genders are separate and cliquey like that in most places, but it's little comments and assumptions of the "well you're a man so you probably blah blah" sort that I find disheartening. Meanwhile I'm putting on this weird "how do you do, fellow men" act with the guys.

Also, we're HRT twins! Day 15 begins in 6 minutes for me.