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andrewducker) wrote2025-06-07 12:29 pm
My brother Mike got me this for my birthday, and it just takes a
weight off my mind being able to say "bring the steam temperature up
to 95 degrees and hold it there"
(Control over oil temperature when frying eggs is also awesome.)
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cosmolinguist) wrote2025-06-07 03:38 pmLast month I met someone whose visa has just been approved and who started T today.
What a good day.
I was excited to meet another trans immigrant... so much that I immediately behaved as if there was a kind of intimacy between us that does not in fact exist: I teased him about how he only had a few hours left until he started being stinky...and then as we were leaving he asked me "wait, so about that smell thing, was that serious, because I've been wondering...."
oh no!
But! It worked out okay: I saw him again a fortnight later, and he made a point of telling me I was right about the stinkiness. Which made me smile but also gave me a chance to apologize for saying something that could be so easily misconstrued. I tried to explain about the false sense of intimacy I immediately felt when
He said it was fine, it was funny. To be understood as I'd intended was a relief!
He told me that the person standing next to him, an acquaintance of mine, someone he had been draped over all evening, has been counting his facial hairs.
As of that day there were eight of them.
It was so heartwarming and delightful to see early transition so intimately documented like that. Especially for a masc person; the loving detail is something I'm so much more used to seeing from trans fems.
andrewducker) wrote2025-06-07 12:00 pmflaviomatani) wrote2025-06-07 11:26 amrmc28) wrote2025-06-07 10:31 amI'm playing an ice hockey game tonight in Cambridge, a charity fundraiser between Warbirds and Tri-Base Lightning. But until then I have a strangely unscheduled day. I might sleep or read or something.
I could post about what I've been up to lately!
Work:
Hockey:
Other:
Coming up: my summer is full of ice hockey camps and tournaments (Prague, Hull, Sheffield, Biarritz) and my old club Streatham have just announced all their summer training sessions will be "Summer Skills Camps" open to all interested WNIHL players, so I'm looking at going to London regularly again in July and August.
highlyeccentric) wrote2025-06-07 11:30 amkaberett) wrote2025-06-06 11:53 pmA significant part of the problem is that we only start saying "all pain is in the brain" (or "the tissue isn't the issue" or whatever) to people with complex or chronic pain.
And there's a good reason for that! It's the same reason that I need to have a much more detailed idea of the fine detail of what an atom is and how it behaves than the vast majority of the population, for whom the Bohr model is perfectly adequate!
... and we need to explain that, we need to explain why we don't tell people with simple acute pain that All Pain Is In The Brain -- it's not because it's any less true for them, it's just that for most people most of the time they don't need to worry about that level of detail. But if you don't explain that, it sure do sound a lot like "your pain isn't real (unlike those people over there)".
Lies-to-children. That. That thing. That's a thing I need to explain.
cosmolinguist) wrote2025-06-06 10:47 pmEvery afternoon this week, I reach a point in the afternoon where I stumble away from my work computer and end up in the kitchen, and there on the countertop I see a handful (or more!) of strawberries, which V has harvested and washed.
And I try to only eat half (which was easier today because they ended up telling me they'd already eaten half of what they'd picked, and they'd finished off the blueberries in the fridge along with it; basically that was their lunch), and it's just the thing I need to get through the rest of the day.
Strawberry season is the best season. And I'm so grateful that don't even have to pick them myself!
andrewducker) wrote2025-06-06 08:20 pmandrewducker) wrote2025-06-06 03:39 pmandrewducker) wrote2025-06-06 12:00 pmkaberett) wrote2025-06-05 11:11 pmanais_pf) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
thefridayfive2025-06-05 03:38 pmsquirmelia) wrote2025-06-05 07:30 pm
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simont_quasiblog_feed) wrote2025-06-05 12:00 amandrewducker) wrote2025-06-05 12:00 pmquestionable_content_feed) wrote2025-06-04 09:11 pm
baby, you've got to be kind
kaberett) wrote2025-06-04 11:34 pmPicture me: sat on the sofa, opposite the French doors, vaguely paying attention to what was going on at the bird feeder, mildly amused by the extremely ungainly magpie.
The magpie that inspected the water bowl (that someone had thrown off its stand) and the feeder (that was empty) and the me (on the sofa) and Came To A Decision.
It did a tiny hop-skip-flap over and landed, very deliberately, on the workbench just the other side of the glass. It turned its head from side to side to get a good look at me from both eyes.
And then, having glared at me, it started yelling.
And kept yelling until I was up off the sofa and clearly heading for the door, whereupon it retreated to a safe distance, i.e. the garage rooves, and Continued Observing.
I sorted out the water dish. I got the crates of Misc Birdseed out of their cupboard. I sorted out the feeder. I sorted out the other feeder.
I went back inside.
Some time elapsed.
Eventually I got sufficiently puzzled about why the magpie hadn't come back yet to actually notice that I'd left the crates of seed out, and their cupboard door open.
I heaved myself back off the sofa.
I returned the seeds to their cupboard, and shut the cupboard's door. I returned myself to the sofa, shutting the patio door behind me.
Not terribly long after that, the magpie returned, and drank, and nibbled suspiciously (I had changed which food was in which feeder position), and appeared satisfied at least to the extent of not yelling any further...
... right up until the squirrel showed up to claim a portion of the restock.
I am absolutely delighted to have made this neighbour's acquaintance.
