Assuming This Hasn't Been Done Yet.

I can't tell if other people are confusing or if I'm the confusing one.

Looking to rebrand my account a little. Might start posting my thoughts a bit

I swear I act identically to the people around me, so why does it feel so uncomfortable?

Introductions

Name: Esther (She/It)

Interests (in no particular order): Chemistry, TTRPGs, cool rocks, video games, making friends, ASL, arts and crafts, dedicated and improvised tools, caving, cosplay, space exploration, music, buying lots of books (and comics) without reading them, and lots of other things!

Ideal Aesthetics: Alchemical, academic, astrology girl, furry, elf princess, sci-fi, butch.

Inspired by this tumblr post. based on this twitter post

Ollie's doing her best. (bonus after the jump)

titty obsessed butches appreciation post because what else is new. butches who can’t help but stare at my cleavage even when it’s inappropriate. butches who will do whatever I say as long as I flash them. butches who get wet from sucking titties alone. butches who love showering me in expensive lingerie and keep polaroids of my tits in their wallet. butches who love missionary so they can watch the way they move.

Realized in the middle of the theater that I want to be a sexy symbiote woman. Get that purple lightning goop inside of me ASAP.

cw: voice dysphoria

Voice training is great and it has done wonders for me, but I cannot describe to you how much I want that sound that happens when cis women try to make their voice deeper but their range isn't low enough.

Singing in the baritone range feels nice enough for similar reasons to thus, but I would gladly give up that part of my range if I could just have a voice that makes me happy.

Mildly related: I was a tenor in choir back in high school, but it never felt high enough. I found myself getting jealous of countertenors and castratos, all because I couldn't recognize that I was experiencing gender dysphoria.

I wish I could fall asleep in bed as easily as when I'm trying to do homework on the couch.

I'll be at work, trying to take myself seriously, doing something mature like preparing gas chromatography samples, when Spotify decides that I absolutely MUST hear "The Silly Piss Song" by Pent Up Pup.