oh you're mad mad, huh? I don't have the time right now to stick my nose in y'all's drama but I'm gonna warn you to be nice or you're gonna be banned by someone
the hair thing has been my experience too. I shave from the neck down with an electric razor but it's been growing in lighter. On the other hand I still have a near-permanent 5 o'clock shadow.
Not the end of the world for me, I'm still in the closet and a beard masks the trans-ness very well, but laser hair removal is probably on the to-do list
I really just don't see the appeal of the book. Like, yes, it's a well written account imagining something horrible happening to humanity at large and the few survivors, but I really don't see why one would want to read it
that's awesome! may you have many happy, girly days to come.
I'm at about the same point, started in September, and cried uncontrollably in front of my mom for the first time in my adulthood this weekend during a fight. Not looking forward to more of those but I'll be more aware now...
"Agent: I can't help that. All I know is, I got my orders. They told me to tell you to get off, and that's what I'm tellin' ya.
Muley: You mean get off of my own land?
Agent: Now don't go to blamin' me! It ain't my fault.
Muley's son: Who's fault is it?
Agent: You know who owns the land. The Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
Muley: And who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle Company
Agent: It ain't nobody. It's a company.
Muley's son: They got a President, ain't they? They got somebody who knows what a shotgun's for, ain't they?
Agent: Oh son, it ain't his fault, because the bank tells him what to do.
Muley's son: All right, where's the bank?
Agent: Tulsa. What's the use of pickin' on him? He ain't nothin' but the manager. And he's half-crazy hisself tryin' to keep up with his orders from the East.
Muley: Then who do we shoot?
Agent: Brother, I don't know. If I did, I'd tell ya. I just don't know who's to blame."
"toad raps 'HUMBLE'" girl what?