Car Wash Killed my Car

So I've been away for awhile. Things are not good. I'm exhausted from a new job, being kept from even typing to people by an abusive partner, and completely cut off from my counseling, doctor, and any friend i would visit en femme because the car I bought was destroyed one hour after I purchased it by Esso's car wash.

A malfunction in the machine happened when my family was in the car halfway through, and the car I just bought was totaled. Best part, ever? Esso is avoiding liability, illegally refusing to provide their insurance information, and generally making a tragic financial mess of my even further.

I haven't felt sexy, not that it matters anymore. Here are some pics of how I could have been if I washed the car myself instead of paying Esso to break my car with my baby inside.

Fantasy Dating

Did you know I was an international jewel thief looking for a wealthy Baron to marry for his money? News to me too!

I found this really cute website, Cloud Girlfriend. A completely fake dating experience. Lolwut?

So basically dating site profiles are considered nonsense, and this is an honest kind of nonsense. You create a profile rich with wild and ridiculous fantasy, and date other fake profiles for fun and sex sport!

So maybe the rich Baron never finds me because you've created a profile of a hot action cop and arrest my heart with the click of your dirty little mouse! I think this is especially useful to those of you looking for an alternative gender experience to satiate some digital urges, n'est pas?

The images used are the irrepressibly creative Yaya Han. She quickly has become one of my greatest heroes. I wish to do what she does.

Working Girl

As much as it pains me, I've accepted a boring job and I start on Monday. It isn't what I want at all, but it is steady money coming in while I work towards my goals of documentary, sci fi tv shows, and lady fabulous rainbow porn.

I call the job my boy cage.

It will be safe to transition when i do, although a workplace transition is never easy. I'm more frustrated by the loss of time to be myself, online or in person. My home life has completely shut down any privacy I have, evidenced by the slowing of blog posts. Now I will suffer with a long commute to and fro, and eight hours of not even being allowed to check my cell phone.

At least I'll have enough money to survive.

I think about what it will be like once I am transitioned. Will I really have to work in an office? Is that so bad when you have fashion at your disposal? Cute heels, pencil skirt, the right top, will the grey of the cubicles be counteracted by the vibrancy of my rainbow mei power?

Unfortunately it seems we may find out. Transitioning in the work place is not something I wanted to do. I've talked to people whose entire office was gathered into a conference room to discuss the subject of you. They have a video, they are lectured about sensitivity and oppression and then sent out into the cubicle forest. Not only will that be humiliating, it could also breed contempt. It may not, but it could.

I just want to do what I am good at (read:fashionable porn star). How is this too much to ask for?

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