Small joy: noticing one's nail polish is an exact match to the shade of purple of a dog leash.
Awwww, just as I was getting off the subway, I complimented someone who looked a bit genderqueer on their shoes, and they complimented me on my outfit and my brooch (a butterfly in non-binary pride colours).
I’d say "one of us". 
And that interaction significantly brightens the day so far, even though my mood wasn't bad to begin with.
After a day at work, where I cannot bind due to erratic instances of physical work, Yesterday evening I wore a binder under a button down shirt, a pair of dickies and the cap my husband gave me for my birthday. And I felt so good, so at home in my body 
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Another small joy. I rarely refer to myself with a pronoun. In my previous toot I didn't have to think about it, "they" came naturally.
Looking in the mirror and seeing someone I love being. If my high school self would've seen I look like this middle aged, they would've been over the moon. Back then I thought I'm a freak and tried to own that, not always succesfully. Today I know it's about being queer. Loving it and owning it! 💜
And while I was a bit awake this night I got the thought, that it feels a bit like I am copying/stealing my gender/presentation from (some of) my friends/fedi mutuals. For different aspects I could point to a person that influenced/inspired that.
But in the end the combination feels unique and me, so it's not a bad feeling like I put myself in another box again, more a warm feeling being surrounded by so wonderful and inspiring people/beings.
Thank you all 
Ellejay 
Dimestore Diamond 
Zee :cube: 
theseoldqueers
zahlenzauber*in