I don't have a good camera. I do have shakey hands. I'm fond of flowers, manga, Ashe, queerness, strong flavours, fashion, curvy ladies, scrawny boys, seriously cute things like sloths, and pretty colours. I live on the west coast of Canadia, and study psychology. I have ADD, but mostly you won't notice on here, which is sort of sad because it occasionally leads to hilarious hijinks. Or at least I think so. Also, I talk in my sleep. About lemurs. I not very secretly want to be Rufus Wainwright or maybe Miyavi when I grow up, but I'll settle for being an awesome, LGBT-and-everything-else-positive sex educator and researcher, because the world needs more of that sweet action. All those times you sat in class, or read something, and thought, "Yeah, but what about me?" I'm going to fix that.

I have also recently realised my deep and unending love for cookies and cream stuff. It's like crack. With delicious cookie chunks.
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Turtles and tortoises wearing hats.

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euclase:

Realism is pretty stupid looking until you’re like 99.8% complete. 

That’s the only thing that sucks about it. You have to put in an unbelievable number of hours just to share anything that looks like an accomplishment.

I think pretty much every style looks like some kind of weird monster up until the end. That’s why I make a point of doing things like drawing squids and “adorable” princess fairy outfits on things and making people look like someone’s drunk grandma while they’re in progress. It helps.

As queer people of various sorts, dealing with medical staff, even for something innocuous and not related to our romantic/sex life or genitalia, can feel like running a gauntlet. But I just wanted to share an experience I had today to remind us all that things are changing, and the future is maybe a little brighter than it seems.

I was seeing a nurse at my university’s clinic for a follow up wart trea-I mean, a Being Too Sexy And Cool treatment. Yes. Anyway, we engaged in small talk, and got around to what my plans after school are. I’m switching to anthropology, with the goal of doing research on queer populations. I mentioned one of the things I’m interested in is what happens when queer, and specifically trans, individuals access medical care (and information).

We went on to have a great conversation about the challenges of dealing sensitively with queer people who may not be out or who have unclear identities, the difficulty of finding appropriate terminology (for example, I’m sure some people would bristle at my use of the word “queer”), and balancing the need to get (and give) pertinent information without alienating or hurting the patient. She was curious, and eager to know what words like “pansexual” meant (well, to me…) She had also noticed that there were more and more students coming to the clinic who were transitioning, or had transitioned, and seemed to think that was pretty cool, and like she was glad to be there to support them. That makes me happy, especially since I know the go-to doctor for trans people in town is kind of crap, and non-consentually touched a friend of mine’s breasts.

I came away sore of foot, but feeling hopeful that there are medical practitioners out there who really want to meet the needs of our community. It’s also adding to my feeling of drive: the types of research I want to do are not frivolous, they’re not just going to fall on deaf ears, they’re actually necessary and wanted!