I'm baaaaaaaaack
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kindkitTrying to be back, anyway. During the long stretch of time when my eyes were so bad, I got used to doing everything on my phone, and while it's easy-ish to read DW on a phone, it's not so easy to post. So I'm trying to get back into the habit. I've been reading here the whole time, by the way, just not posting and usually not commenting. But I've read all your posts!
Since I last posted I've had the cataract on my other eye removed and can now more or less see out of both eyes. It's nice! I'm looking forward to going to the movies again, as soon as there's anything worth seeing.
I have also made some major steps towards starting my transition. I'm out to a few people at work, including my boss, and I've found a primary care provider who is very supportive and will help me access hormones and top surgery. I've got an appointment in about a week to see a specialist about starting testosterone.
Fannishly--well, I still haven't written anything, though I do keep having ideas in the gap between watching something and moving on to the next thing. I watched Good Omens twice (skipping, on second viewing, most of the scenes without Aziraphale and Crowley), I've caught up on Endeavour and Shetland and broken my own heart by finally watching the very last episode of Morse. I've watched Wynonna Earp, which several of you recommended to me back in the day and which I adore, and all but the most recent season of Lucifer. In my reading, I've mostly had the experience of thinking "yeah, that's okay" about things other people adore, such as This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone (beautiful prose, not much substance) and The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie (a very promising second draft, needed a rewrite to make all the bits of the story hang together but instead got published). Also I keep making the mistake of buying cheap ebooks from Amazon's house "publisher" that have potentially interesting plots but are too clunkily written to work. At the moment I seem to be enjoying screen things more than word things, which is unusual for me.
And so . . hello again, everybody!
Since I last posted I've had the cataract on my other eye removed and can now more or less see out of both eyes. It's nice! I'm looking forward to going to the movies again, as soon as there's anything worth seeing.
I have also made some major steps towards starting my transition. I'm out to a few people at work, including my boss, and I've found a primary care provider who is very supportive and will help me access hormones and top surgery. I've got an appointment in about a week to see a specialist about starting testosterone.
Fannishly--well, I still haven't written anything, though I do keep having ideas in the gap between watching something and moving on to the next thing. I watched Good Omens twice (skipping, on second viewing, most of the scenes without Aziraphale and Crowley), I've caught up on Endeavour and Shetland and broken my own heart by finally watching the very last episode of Morse. I've watched Wynonna Earp, which several of you recommended to me back in the day and which I adore, and all but the most recent season of Lucifer. In my reading, I've mostly had the experience of thinking "yeah, that's okay" about things other people adore, such as This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone (beautiful prose, not much substance) and The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie (a very promising second draft, needed a rewrite to make all the bits of the story hang together but instead got published). Also I keep making the mistake of buying cheap ebooks from Amazon's house "publisher" that have potentially interesting plots but are too clunkily written to work. At the moment I seem to be enjoying screen things more than word things, which is unusual for me.
And so . . hello again, everybody!
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Date: 2019-08-09 02:02 am (UTC)One of the things I did for solace when my eyesight was bad was read, and then re-read, the memoirs of a certain Madame Clorinda Cathcart, with whom I believe you are acquainted. They brought me a lot of pleasure in a situation that was generally pretty joyless.
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Date: 2019-08-09 08:25 am (UTC)