You can dance in the devil's shoes if you like walking in heels

Disregarding things that are pissing me off...

I wish Trans-e-generation was working, but for some reason it's not...I'd link to the bigender comic where two people are arguing about a person's gender and said person turns around and says something like 'as if I'm not already confused enough'

That's been me the past couple days. No one's argued about it as everyone I interact with knows I'm a bio-female. But...

Yesterday I went pretty much in drag, as much as I can. One of my men's dress shirts with a light binder and a zippie-sweatshirt to take care of the twins, loose, relatively andro-slacks, and my packie. I wore the packie pretty much all day. When I took it out...I don't know. Felt like kind of a phantom limb thing going on. Today, pink sweatshirt with Thumper on it and relatively girlie jeans, no binder, no packie. But I keep reaching down, and it feels like something should be there.

Organic genitals really need to come with velcro, all I have to say.

Those moments I can't live without

The awesome Erika of DAR got married to her bitch partner Matt today. And outside of the whole 'aww! You guys are sooo cute!' thing...you know what was running through my head?

I can't wait to do that.

I mean, obviously I can, I have to, but...

Guys. Seriously. Every single day, in little and big ways, Bri just keeps reaffirming that she's the one for me. I used to really mock people who did that-married their high school sweetheart. Because so often it doesn't work.

But...I know we're different. Because if we can survive the distance, and our respective issues, which I know we can...I just...gah, I can't even put it into words.

You know...I've been writing romance in one form or another for so long. And I thought I had some cliched handle on what love is and means.

I had no clue. And it wasn't the fact that reality is a lot less rosey. I mean, in some ways, yeah. But...

I had no idea it could be this wonderful. Even when there's nothing romancy-mushy going on...even during the really shit times...like when I'm going crazy because of college or my body being nuts or my gender confusion...I know that she loves me for whatever insane reason, and even through all the garbage I drag her through (she'll deny it, but man, really, I am not an easy person to deal with)...and that gets me through the bad. Because I know that I am the luckiest wo/man ever. And I know she thinks she's the lucky one, and that makes me feel so wonderful...

Man, if I don't stop now, I'm just going to keep gushing for hours and I have class in the morning.

So I'll close with Erika's quote, which...yeah.

I'm the wife of my best friend and partner.

Life really couldn't feel more right.