I hope this won’t effect protonmail.

Been on a Notesnook kick myself

Jesus fucking Christ…

It sucks bad to be a heathen sometimes. I’m in TN where fascists who claim to worship the gods but actually worship their own race have a whites-only compound outside of Nashville. To be a conscious animist of germanic pagan persuasion is necessarily to be an anti-fascist or bust entirely.

Aaaaaa. I started Estradiol Valerate injections Wednesday and I’m every emotion at once. My first time giving myself a dose went better than anticipated, being terrified of needles and such. Scared for the future, if I can financially maintain the cost of the medication and if the fascist state government here leaves medicare coverage for my needs alone. I’m also debating whether or not to give up writing for some time. I’m not very productive due to depression and brain fog. Idk.

Hope everyone gets through the week safe and sound.

I had to deal with insurance BS for my bipolar medication and was off of them for three days. Wasn’t so great but I’m medicated again, thankfully. Waiting for when me and my gf can move in together; certain financial issues are holding us back but its nice getting to spend time with her on the weekends.

Eh. Been trying to get more writing done, its going okay, but could be better. Trying not to constantly overthink about evil bastards in political power in my state further attacking trans people like me. Just trying to survive.

I hope OP feels better and that everyone has a nice day for a change.

I can’t pick only one. I’m going to go with (1) The Insider (1999) because I’m a stickler for whistleblower/legal dramas, plus I really like Al Pacino in the 90s (minus the godfather movie we don’t talk about,) and (2) 24-Hour Party People (2002) because of its humorous and stylistic portrayal of one of my favorite musical artists and one of music television’s most eccentric figures.

I’ll watch more or less anything within reason, except for musicals.

I hand write and type in pretty equal tandem. Writing poetry oftentimes, I feel better about drafting things on scratch paper (or at least brainstorming) before seeing how it appears in type/print. Other times, I might be at my laptop with an idea that comes to mind that’s easier to type out in my text editor first. I find my own dynamic very fluid and I imagine it’s mostly the same for others. I think it could really depend on the work being done. And I don’t think pretty handwriting is always necessary. If you can read it, it should be enough.

Fuck this guy tbh. I look forward to the day men of his ilk succumb to their own bullshit and are entirely left behind and forgotten by society.

Damn. Too real.

Been comfortably cooped up with my gf for the weekend. Life’s been chill.

Hard to figure where to start. Been on just about every platform here and there with little special use for any of them. I have very bittersweet feelings about the Internet overall, relating mostly to what happens with information available to us. I’m not too filled in on the scope of the reddit drama, but I do really like the fediverse and always support efforts to have more autonomous means of social networking. Anyways, more about me: I’m almost four years into HRT and trying to keep a footing in writing. (I have four short poetry books and a sporadic blog under my belt so far.) So much is going on over the existence of people like me that it puts me in depressive stupors disabling me from finding the words for the feels. But I’m carrying on as best as a girl can. I’m almost always making notes for projects, so that’s something. Primary interests of mine are history, literature, free/open source technology, anarchist theory, pagan spirituality and pantheons, cannabis as a medicinal treatment (and politics relating to its complete legalization), horticulture, hiking, ecology and armed self-defense. I play a few PC games like the Half-Life series, The Elder Scrolls series, different shooters and RPGs, but I’m not as much of a massive gamer as my partner is. I mostly listen to crust punk / d-beat / grindcore / mincecore, very much identifying with that section of punk culture, but like most people I also listen to just about everything. Joy Division, Interpol, Killing Joke, Fields Of Nephilim, Sisters Of Mercy, She Past Away, In This Moment, Pixies, REM, Gillian Welch and Kossoy Sisters just to name some from my spotify. All that said, I hope this finds everyone well and that you all have an outstanding day :)

I’m a 25 transfemme in East Tennessee. I used to be a Kentuckian until I moved closer to family due to an abusive relationship at the time, about mid 2021. I’m happy to say I’ve found a person here who treats me spectacularly, and while I’ve given this state my best attempt to find a home here… the people who run this state are genuinely Evil. I didn’t really believe in evil until talk about “g*nital inspections” started coming up in this state and others for dictating incredibly dehumanizing policies onto an already incredibly vulnerable minority. Disgusting hateful nonsense cloaked in religion plagues this state, the birthplace of the KKK. My partner is from here and she’s more interested in staying and fighting or waiting the situation out. I’m incredibly conflicted. It seems like every day a law against us isn’t coming out is just another day they’re plotting to attack us in our weakest points. I find myself daydreaming about me and my partner trying out long-distance until she figures out employment where I would be after moving to a relatively non-freedom-infringing state like Minnesota or Michigan. I just don’t know which path to go down. We’re both believers in armed self-defense, and one advantage of being in a deep-red state is being able to be strapped out in public while looking adorable. I value that agency to be oneself and assert that you will Not be bothered. In some sense, I would like to leave the United States altogether, but I don’t know what the winds have in store for me. I just despise with all the hate in my heart what is happening here and even abroad with UK’s transphobic fervor and Uganda’s green-lighting of queer genocide. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but there are two incredibly determined forces gearing up to smashing head-on into each other after a multitude of skirmishes and punditry no longer suffice. Life itself is going through one great turning of the wheel, it seems.