I don’t really know what’s going on in my life right now, everything’s kind of a total shit show, but hopefully stuff works out soon. I moved to Pittsburgh like a week ago to start a place with my road dog Blake after we went traveling. I don’t really feel like I can say too much about my life right now in a way that makes sense so I think I’m just going to queue a bunch of selfies from the past few months.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I have no romantic partner in my life, but recently I’ve had to shed a fair bit of self hate so I think it’s also important to remember to love yourself so you can let others like and love you too!
You are a wonderful person deserving of love, especially from yourself.
*EDIT: Aaaaand I had a typo…
Ugh why can I never stay in Boston for more than a month at a time? I just got back and I’ve been having tons of fun, but I’m mostly just waiting for my name change and gender marker change stuff to be done at the social security office and RMV so that I can leave and go back down to south Florida with my road dog. It’s really strange having so many of the friends I’m closest to living in a city that I feel entirely detached from.
welcometothenewsouth asked: you are really really attractive :) can I tell you my dirtiest secret? answer privately...
bleh, no thank you…
BTW good fucking job messaging an anarcha-femminist queer trans* dyke hitting on her when one of the first things posted on your blog is this:
"anarcha-femminist queer trans* dyke" dating foibles ;) You’re kinda crazy lol.
adding you to the list of super speshul wumbyn who can’t spell!!
I forgot one uwu:
Okay, I guess it’s that time of week where I’ll sit down and pretend I give two shits about the butt hurt scum dudes of tumblr. But don’t mind me, I’m just a crazy wumbyn ‘cause I didn’t pay attention and spelled feminist wrong in my response to the 9837498327498632875632875684326587432658432 message I’ve received from some shit dude who has nothing in common with me trying to use tumblr as a dating service and expressing only interest in my appearance. Not that I’m sick of being objectified constantly. Not that men don’t have a general reputation of turning my life into a total shit show. Fuck I’ve been totally wrong all along, what would I have done without you, random internet dude, coming to the rescue and relieving me of my autonomy. How did I ever think it was okay for me to tell a dude off all by myself? I should’ve known better than to try using big words on the internet, I forgot I wasn’t allowed to as a college drop-out AND a womyn. I’m just gonna go crawl back under a rock so that the world can continue to be a magical perfect place for you, without systemic oppression being taken into question.
I am sincerely sorry that I misspelled a word on the internet, I promise next time I’ll right a full essay with numerous drafts and I’ll check the spelling before I tell a dude off.
Hope yr butt hurts less,
Jazzy Trash Glam
P.S. I hope the misconception that being an “anarcha-feminist queer trans*dyke” is a “dating foible” helps you sleep well at night.