Being a postwoman is brutal right now with all this snow. I feel completely drained. No energy, no hobbies, no spark. Just sleep, eat, work. Repeat. Every single day.
30.01.2026 05:14
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Being a postwoman is brutal right now with all this snow. I feel completely drained. No energy, no hobbies, no spark. Just sleep, eat, work. Repeat. Every single day.
Year Of The Goat
Joe Cocker
The Skull
Tankard
Iron Maiden
Black Sabbath
Slayer
Introduce yourself with 5 concerts you’ve been to!
Amon Amarth
Metallica
Motörhead
Primordial
Sepultura
…
Quote with 5 jobs you’ve had, in no particular order:
(Yes, volunteering and internships also)
1. Agriculture Assistant
2. Youth Hostel Employee
3. Power Electronics Technician
4. Web Developer
5. Post- and Parcel Woman
How I look and how others see or treat me is another story. Often the hardest part is the gap between inner mind and outer appearance. There is no reason needed to be trans. It is not reaction or rejection. It is simply there. 7/7
I want to be female. I see myself as female. Not being masculine was only a hint, not the explanation. I am not a man and not a female man either. I am just myself. 6/7
I do not shave, grow my hair, or wear earrings because I want to be a woman. I do it because I want it and love it. Those things express who I already am. They are not a facade or compensation. They are simply me. 5/7
It is a desire but also more than that. A necessity. A must. It is how I exist in the world and how I see it. Like breathing. Just there. It shows in clothes, colors, hobbies, movement, gestures, views and much more. 4/7
The real reason is something else entirely. It is the inner feeling of who I am. Like how a cis person simply knows they are straight or not. It is not a theory or a conclusion. It is an inner truth. 3/7
Yes, I think about masculine toxicity. Yes, I do not want to be like many masculine people. But that is not the core of it. That is not what explains who I am. 2/7
I read a post somewhere about masculine toxicity and how it can be a reason for transitioning. It made me think deeply but also helped me see clearly that this is not my reason. 1/7
I’m driving through the night, heading to work, while snowflakes pass me like I’m going on my little spaceship at light speed. Thinking about a Star Trek-ish world where money is worth nothing and all is about love and making the world a better place.
I know it's a snapshot and there are other times.
Being trans is oddly boring and relentlessly exhausting. When there’s space in your mind, it fills the whole thing. From the outside it can look self-absorbed and selfish, but it’s not vanity. It’s an internal fight you don’t get to step away from.
Just watched Fanfic the movie. It reminded me that nobody is an accident, and that gender is just a social label.
I caught myself in a mirror later, almost by accident. For a moment, I saw myself. That felt unexpectedly good. Afterwards came the familiar mix of clarity, doubt, courage and fear.
Liebe Alle,
wie würdet ihr es finden, auf speziellen Registern bezüglich eurer Krankheiten, Gewohnheiten oder sexuellen Orientierung zu landen?
Ein No-Go, oder?
Sowas ist für trans und nicht binäre Personen in Planung.
Bitte helft mit, das zu verhindern.
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I lived intensely. I survived it. Still here.
Less chaos. Better odds.
Feeling old rn, sorry.
(Thinking back on my youth. Kind of New Year’s depression or so. Ride on..)
… „gef1ckt werden“? Dachte, man muss selbst aktiv werden?
Feeling exhausted and tired rn. Another five days of work… this year. Yes we can… not.
I wish there were an AirTag for my mind and identity. I lose them more often than my keys. I constantly struggle to reconnect with myself.
That’s my job and what could I say, it’s all true 😜
Heute versuche ich immer ein bisschen besser zu sein als gestern, vergebe mir aber, wenn es nicht klappt. Morgen kann ich es wieder versuchen.
Some funny images in my head. This would often end up in some “self-care”. Many would not even start their engines. The roads would be clear. The general mood would be much calmer and more satisfying. Watching others start would be inspiring…
I left T(X) some years ago. Now that I’m new here, I’m surprised and happy to find so many dudes and dudettes from back then on Bluesky. It feels a bit like running into friends around the city whom I haven’t seen in years.
I feel guilty about my old and new sneakers. I have to leave behind my old ones like a beloved friend, and the new ones don’t even have a chance to fill my expectations and desires I project on them. It’s not a replacement, it’s a new relationship.
Today is about function over form, and being kind about it. It’s ok.
Some days I carry more than I can name. Still here. Still trying to be gentle. I’m learning that not everything needs to be resolved to be lived with.
“Female? He told you he was female?”
“She,” Angua corrected. “This is Ankh-Morpork, you know. We’ve got extra pronouns here.”
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Terry “Woke” Pratchett, Feet of Clay
2/2 Today I dreamed I had to get a flight to the U.S. At the border, I had to remove many apps on my phone, and my status was unclear because of my clothes and makeup. They arrested me for a day or so, and after they let me go, I was stuck and lost in America.
Good morning, sweeties. Stay safe.
