A Prim and Proper Wannabe Slut
Time to show off my latest in pre-surgery workout accessory for some gym time today.
Today is false spring. With it being warm and sunny, decided to go for a run.
Not sure if this is enough cleavage.
Alicja (and Artemida and Mara, see bio)Early #GEM #transGEM for this week!
First walk of the year in spring-ier clothing. And I got gendered correctly! An elderly lady at a convenience store told her husband to move aside because the lady couldn't move past otherwise.
Spoiler alert: I was the lady!
Granted, I couldn't have signalled my womanhood any harder with my presentation without putting a bow in my hair (it *would* match my fit today...) and blasting "Barbie Girl" from a boombox.
I'll take it though!
Also, Goddess have I missed wearing sheer black tights. It's been too long.
Also, I was passing a middle aged couple with a kid and the lady stopped for a split second (reacting to her husband pointing me out to her, judging by her body language), assessed my look, and immediately said "great!" with what sounded like moderate but genuine enthusiasm.
Was she probably responding to something her husband or kid said and not to me? Probably!
But in a rare moment of self confidence I am choosing to assume she commented on my getup.
Fuck it. Let’s see how this one breaks containment if I lower my shields on who can view/comment on my selfies for this one.
In line to get coffee with chocolate after a gym workout.
First warm day of 2026 here.
Miriam's on Medical LeaveAt the risk of making everything about my gender:
I'm on a bus home from derby practice. Monday practice takes place in Bumfuck, Nowhere, so there's only one person on the bus other than me, a young woman.
She smiled at me when I got on the bus, in a way a woman does not smile at a strange man, much less at someone who seems off or threatening.
And a little later she asked if I had a phone charger.
It's a very normal interaction without any deeper levels. Which is precisely why it made my heart jump for joy. Despite being very obviously non passing, I was read as a woman, and not a suspicious one (y'know, not "woman with an asterisk", as trans women sometimes are). And it was subtly reinforced by interaction. Intentionally, I think.
That's seriously all I need from the cises! Be friendly, show me I'm not hated, and if you can't muster that, leave me alone.
I don't want "special treatment", as TERFs claim. I want treatment as unspecial as imaginable. That's. The. Point.
This seriously made my evening :3
Evie During Evenings
when you spend your life knowing that you can do a "silly dance" by gyrating your nonexistent hips and shaking your flat boy-shaped butt and then after a few years of gender transition you do the same exact motions that always came across as silly dork material but what your reflection in the mirror does actually looks damn good
the first wife compliment of the day, "oh you look pretty" as i'm getting ready for work... it's genuine, but it marks the baseline.
when i score the second, follow-up wife compliment of "i know i already said so, but you're looking especially fine today" is how we know we really did well today