Completely reorganize the kitchen, including cutlery drawers, appliances, and so on. Clean out the fridge and freezer, wiping down the walls and shelves. Organize and rotate all jars, cans, and boxes of food forward, like you'd see in a grocery store. Do this to the pantry as well. Top to bottom kitchen cleaning: sweep, mop, wipe down all surfaces.
Then, as a reward, I'll slap my dragon dildo on the kitchen island and have my way with it while watching yuri on my Samsung fridge, covering myself in whipped cream and fruit syrups, losing myself multiple times right before I finally serve myself dessert. Yum.
As mentioned by others, an orange-peach color corrector will cancel out most blues and greens coming through due to hair follicles. It's gonna make your skin look very orange, but then you'll cover that with a foundation close to your skin tone. Then take a blending brush and blend blend blend, working back and forth, even circling in some spots to evenly distribute. Start with small applications or it won't look natural. I currently use LA Girl HD Pro Conceal (orange corrector), where my foundation is L'Oreal True Match (W2).
For makeup application, I highly recommend looking at Alexandra Anele on YouTube. Her videos aren't exactly aimed at trans women, but I find her skill and technique very straightforward and classy and not too over the top. She also has a very sweet personality and is fun to watch, especially since she explains what she's doing and what she's using. I recommend her because I think all trans girls should look this good, not the whole alt/goth/prostitute "I missed my second puberty" slap dash.
I got to be good friends with someone I met at work and we gamed online when we could. We'd be playing a game, and he would always get so angry, raging at the game into the mic (I'm the only one listening, mind you), actually getting angry at a video game. I would find it amusing at first, but it became exhausting after a while, so I would find other games to play or just go invisible on Steam. He'd call me every so often, asking what's up or if I was playing that night, but I'd find other things to do or say I wasn't playing much anymore. I really hate lying to people.
It wasn't until years later he started getting assault weapons, talking conservatively, and becoming toxic in general. I decided to ghost him because I felt I couldn't trust him anymore. It's really too bad, as he was a nice guy at first, but something changed in him and it gave me an icky feeling. I suppose it's for the better, as I have no idea how he would have handled my transition.
I only got a SleepNumber so I could control the bed's softness for back pain. They said I could also connect it to my phone for monitoring my sleep and all this nonsense. Hard pass.
I'm not physically abused, but psychologically she tries to boss me around on everything (just like her bitch of a mother) and would rather just let me bedrot all fucking day so I can be adorable when she comes home. Yet our bedroom has become cold except when she wants "dessert" (bj), and that's maybe once a month. Meanwhile, I want to meet a nice trans girl and explore my new self, but I got a vehement "no". Join a polycule? Clearly, I've smoked way too much.
I'd leave, but financially, I'm destitute. Medically, I'm recovering from a STEMI, already have back problems (3 fucked discs and sciatica), and my college loans are still deep in the red. I'm basically fucked and unfucked at the same time.
I care more for other species than I do my own. I just don't see humans as important as they think they are. The trolley problem isn't difficult for me; either selection works. And yes, the misanthropy is real.
But if you don't care about anything at all, not animals, not plants, not even the universe, then you don't love yourself. That's when it's time for therapy.
During my name change, I jokingly wanted my name Cassandra because I feel like Cassandra of Troy. My neurodivergent ass always calling bullshit out and seeing through everyone's game, picking up on subtle patterns that lead to bigger events everyone else is blind to, yet no one believes me or thinks I'm a fucking lunatic. My wife just replies "you're so cute" when I act like this, but I feel like I'm being talked down to, manipulated, and more importantly, ignored. I once used the word "gaslighting" in an argument and she became hyper defensive, telling me that's not it. Uh huh.
I'm a trans SAHM, no friends, nowhere to go, my wife keeps me placated with plenty of weed and video games, among other projects for me to do while I bedrot. Some might think this is the dream come true, but I feel like I'm derezzing all the time. So, yeah. Possible PTSD.
Completely reorganize the kitchen, including cutlery drawers, appliances, and so on. Clean out the fridge and freezer, wiping down the walls and shelves. Organize and rotate all jars, cans, and boxes of food forward, like you'd see in a grocery store. Do this to the pantry as well. Top to bottom kitchen cleaning: sweep, mop, wipe down all surfaces.
Then, as a reward, I'll slap my dragon dildo on the kitchen island and have my way with it while watching yuri on my Samsung fridge, covering myself in whipped cream and fruit syrups, losing myself multiple times right before I finally serve myself dessert. Yum.