melting

Me: Ugh, it's SO HOT. Why is summer even a thing? Who invented this cursed season and how can I punish them?

Also me: I really want some roasted potatoes. Let's turn on the oven.


How hot is it, you ask? Fairly hot for June, for where I live. Currently 91 F, or 33 C. It could be worse--a few years back the first week of June saw temperatures over 100 F ever day--but nevertheless, Do Not Want.

I've never liked the heat, but it's even worse when you're wearing the unofficial uniform of trans men everywhere, namely a binder, a black t-shirt, and an over-shirt. (The binder flattens your chest, the t-shirt conceals any odd bulges, and the over-shirt conceals some more by visually breaking up the shape of the chest and drawing the eye away.)

If you've never worn a binder, imagine it this way: it's like a tank top, only it's made of multiple layers of heavy spandex. It is tight as fuck, and compress-y, which means it's doing it's job, but it's not a joy to wear. It is HOT. And if you're taking testosterone, as I am, you're kind of sweaty and smelly to begin with.

(I don't wear a binder at home, but I did wear one earlier while taking a walk and doing some shopping. It was quite a pleasure to come home and take the binder off again.)


At least today's supposed to be the last hot day for a week or so.

change is bad; at least, this change is

Last night I discovered that Anil and Mike streaming separately--which I had assumed to be a consequence of COVID-19--actually predates the pandemic. It was a way to do two streams weekly instead of one.*

I am, to put it mildly, disappointed.

It also feels like a rare instance of Rusty Quill misjudging its audience. The target audience for RQS, it seems to me, isn't people who are strongly interested in video games. They're already watching a zillion streams with, frankly, more skillful players. The audience is people who are neutral to curious about video games, but who really like other Rusty Quill stuff and enjoy virtually hanging out with Anil and Mike and watching them have fun together.

In other words, me. Please cater more to me!


(*That's what Anil said, anyway. Given recent developments, I hope it wasn't really that Mike said one too many clueless things and Anil noped out.)