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Jul. 28th, 2020 06:07 pmToday I gave myself an apocalypse buzzcut. It was . . . sort of accidental? In that I didn't mean to cut the front of my hair quite that close, but by the time I realized, it was too late to do anything but buzz it even shorter.
It reveals rather mercilessly how much my hair is graying, and how much it's thinning as well. (Thanks, testosterone! Though I suppose a balding trans guy is a lot less likely to get called "ma'am," so, well, thanks, testosterone.) I like how the texture feels, though--suede!
While I was clipping away I took a bunch of pictures of the back of my head, so that I could see what the hell was going on back there. And one of them turned out, by chance, kind of cool. ( Pic under the cut )
I am not, by the way, nearly as bald as that picture makes me look. The lighting was less than ideal.
Anyway, I had planned to take the polish off of my nails today, because I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday about my HRT. But fuck it, I might as well keep it. Though I will have to remove it anyway, and re-do, because it's badly chipped.
In other news, I've somewhat regained my ability to read books, so I'm slowly working my way through An Unkindness of Ghosts, by Rivers Solomon. It's tough going--the story is engaging, but the content is painful. ( More details about the premise under the cut, potentially triggery )
When An Unkindness of Ghosts gets to be too much, which is often, I'm re-reading Jane Austen. Mansfield Park at the moment, which is my least favorite Austen, but I keep thinking I should give it more of a chance. But . . . eh. It's not just that it feels prematurely Victorian, but that the whole book focuses on morality about the wrong things. Oh no, look at all this sexual immorality that our pure heroine is untempted by! Look at the (*gasp*) amateur theatricals! Meanwhile, everyone's entire fucking life is built on the income from a Caribbean plantation, or in other words on the income from the forced labor of enslaved people. (Come to think of it, this particular book may not be such a contrast with An Unkindness of Ghosts after all.)
Apart from reading I'm still heavily into everything Rusty Quill. I'm enjoying the leisurely unfolding of the flight to Svalbard on Rusty Quill Gaming, and I've watched at least part of a whole bunch of Twitch streams.
I'd still like to play Ensemble if anyone's interested, though my brief glance at the rules suggests that the mechanics are weirdly un-remote-friendly. (I know they started designing it long ago, but I'd have though they could suggest how to modify it for remote play, at least.)
It reveals rather mercilessly how much my hair is graying, and how much it's thinning as well. (Thanks, testosterone! Though I suppose a balding trans guy is a lot less likely to get called "ma'am," so, well, thanks, testosterone.) I like how the texture feels, though--suede!
While I was clipping away I took a bunch of pictures of the back of my head, so that I could see what the hell was going on back there. And one of them turned out, by chance, kind of cool. ( Pic under the cut )
I am not, by the way, nearly as bald as that picture makes me look. The lighting was less than ideal.
Anyway, I had planned to take the polish off of my nails today, because I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday about my HRT. But fuck it, I might as well keep it. Though I will have to remove it anyway, and re-do, because it's badly chipped.
In other news, I've somewhat regained my ability to read books, so I'm slowly working my way through An Unkindness of Ghosts, by Rivers Solomon. It's tough going--the story is engaging, but the content is painful. ( More details about the premise under the cut, potentially triggery )
When An Unkindness of Ghosts gets to be too much, which is often, I'm re-reading Jane Austen. Mansfield Park at the moment, which is my least favorite Austen, but I keep thinking I should give it more of a chance. But . . . eh. It's not just that it feels prematurely Victorian, but that the whole book focuses on morality about the wrong things. Oh no, look at all this sexual immorality that our pure heroine is untempted by! Look at the (*gasp*) amateur theatricals! Meanwhile, everyone's entire fucking life is built on the income from a Caribbean plantation, or in other words on the income from the forced labor of enslaved people. (Come to think of it, this particular book may not be such a contrast with An Unkindness of Ghosts after all.)
Apart from reading I'm still heavily into everything Rusty Quill. I'm enjoying the leisurely unfolding of the flight to Svalbard on Rusty Quill Gaming, and I've watched at least part of a whole bunch of Twitch streams.
I'd still like to play Ensemble if anyone's interested, though my brief glance at the rules suggests that the mechanics are weirdly un-remote-friendly. (I know they started designing it long ago, but I'd have though they could suggest how to modify it for remote play, at least.)
