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Pronoun today:

She

Changes noticed:

nothing new, really. I thought my boobs had grown enough to fill out this super slinky top that kept falling off my shoulders before, but they didn’t really

Money Spent on Transition Expenses:

0

# of Times Correctly Gendered + Comments:

like 3?

Dream:

Me and N are in Boston, on a train. We’re going to a doctor to treat N’s foot, who is in the middle of a large park. We get off the train, and we’re in a large tunnel complex, with curved ceilings and walls all of a beige brick. There’s a person sitting at a table, and we go up to him to get directions, and he gives us a check for $100, made out to Pig Iron Theater, and tells us to give it to the doctor, who is to the left. We start walking down the tunnels, which become hallways, and become large rooms with many doors. We’re getting freaked out because we don’t want to get lost, and we run into another couple who’s been trying to get out for a while. Together we find a kitchen which has a window to the outside, so we decide to leave through that, but it’s locked, and when we try to break it, the glass isn’t glass, it’s a strange, incredibly strong material halfway between plastic and flesh. We get knives and slowly laboriously hack our way through this fake glass, and reach our hands outside to find that the outside world is a painted backdrop on this same kind of material, and there’s no way out. Me and Naia start running (them on a broken foot), trying to retrace our steps, frantic to get out of the maze. We eventually find our way back to the entrance, and the  man at the table asks us if we enjoyed the play, and explains that the maze was an experimental performance piece (by Pig Iron), and if we’d given the check to the doctor, we could have seen the end. We yell at him about how frightening it was and how we were trying to see a real doctor for a real emergency, and demanding he send someone to get the bags we dropped when we were fleeing, because we’re sure as hell not going in there again.

People I Talked to Today:

N, SK, 3 people in a meeting, 2 people at rehearsal, 2 housemates, someone on okc

People I Actually Communicated With Today:

N, SK, rehearsal ppl

What Have You Done to Become Better Today?

Introduced N and SK finally. I’ve been seeing SK for a couple of months, and we’ve decided to move in together when N moves to Boston (which is scary but exciting), and they’d never actually seen each other face to face. So I was really glad we did that finally. Also, fixed the show

Other Comments:

Whew

Have You Been Saved?

no

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Pronoun today:

She/her

Thoughts on the last few days:

Dream:

I meet by ex while visiting my hometown. She looks younger and older at the same time, has started wearing eye makekup. We silently negotiate how to hug and interact with each other. I am invited to an orgy by a trans woman I know. It’s in a tent city by the bridge, where the FringeArts building is in reality. I barely get there. I sneak into an office (Naia’s office), invisible, and steal food. I ride the elevator back down to the ground. In the elevator is a vending machine. I get the sense that I could get anything from the vending machine, anything at all, by just typing it in. Instead I get a soda.

Have You Been Saved?

No

Weight:

144 lbs

Attire:

Green cargo pants, Russian eagle t-shirt, red bra with breast forms, blue hoodie, wool coat, red converse with socks. For meeting, black and white backless shirt, multicolored patterned skirt, purple patterned leggings.

Resting Heart Rate:

76 bpm

Food and Medicine Intake:

Two off-brand ibuprofen, whole wheat bagel with cream cheese, pasta with parmesan cheese, herr’s cheese curls, lemonade, diet coke, mentos

Dream:

Foggy. Sneaking into the balcony of a theater to watch an awards show. Trying to serve a tennis ball at night. Something very important to me becomes an economic transaction. I can’t remember what.

# of Times Misgendered + Comments:

2, once called “sir” on the street by stranger complimenting my friend’s painting, once addressed with another person as “guys” in a non-neutral way

# of Suicidal Thoughts + Comments:

0

What Have You Done to Become Better Today?

Met with a woman to help secure a grant for this project. Chose a place to live for the next two years. Finished my tattoo. Started a project called “This Damned Body” which will change my life forever.

Other Comments:

My best friend is moving to New York and I helped them today. I am very sad to see them go, but I’m keeping it to myself so as not to make them feel guilty. I love them very much.

Have You Been Saved?

No

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Weight:

No scale

Attire:

backless black and white striped shirt, black sarong, converse, red bra.

Resting Heart Rate:

90bpm

Food and Medicine Intake:

Complex: had anesthesia for oral surgery (wisdom teeth removal): 4mg Versel, 100mg Propofal, 23mcg Fentay. Also novacain, but I didn’t get the dosage for that. Then also 1400mg ibuprof, 1 pill percoset, 1500mg amoxicillin, 100mg spironolactone. Not much to eat, really. A couple smoothies, some souffle, which hurt, etc.

Dream:

Forgotten

# of Times Misgendered + Comments:

God, so many. 10. This whole week, assume at least 5 per day, from my parents or from doctors.

# of Suicidal Thoughts + Comments:

0

What Have You Done to Become Better Today?

No more wisdom teeth! They’ve been ripped from my mouth. This is good for some reason, I’ve been told.

Other Comments:

I woke up during the surgery, near the end. I wasn’t supposed to, but they got my anesthesia dosage wrong. So I woke up and they were still stitching up my gums, and I started moaning, delusional, convinced they were trying to steal my incisors, telling them to leave them alone, only take the teeth they were paid to take. My tongue, totally numbed by novacain, couldn’t make language, so they couldn’t understand what I was saying. They didn’t stop to figure it out, but powered through to the end. I must have fallen asleep again afterwards. It took a long time before I could speak again, or sit without drooling bloody saliva onto all my clothes.

Have You Been Saved?

No

Weight:

Some days are worse than others

Attire:

Some days are worse than others

Resting Heart Rate:

Some days are worse than others

Food and Medicine Intake:

100mg spironolactone, 2800mg ibuprophen, 3 pills percoset, 1500mg amoxicillin

Dream:

Some days are worse than others

# of Times Misgendered + Comments:

Some days are worse than others

# of Suicidal Thoughts + Comments:

Some days are worse than others

What Have You Done to Become Better Today?

Some days are worse than others

Other Comments:

Some days are worse than others

Have You Been Saved?

Some days are worse than others

not yet

Weight:

WHO THE FUCK GIVES A FUCKING SHIT

Attire:

PAJAMAS AND A SWEATER BECAUSE I DIDN’T LEAVE THE HOUSE

Resting Heart Rate:

I’M TIRED

Food and Medicine Intake:

BOWL OF CEREAL, BANANA, RICE & BEANS, PASTA, CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES, TWO BRAN-ROLLS WITH CHEESE AND HONEY LAST NIGHT AFTER ANSWERING QUESTIONS

Dream:

I REMEMBERED IT BUT DIDN’T WRITE IT DOWN, FOR REASONS THAT I CAN ONLY ASSUME ARE SPITEFUL AND PETTY

# of Times Misgendered + Comments:

NONE BECAUSE I DIDN’T LEAVE THE HOUSE

# of Suicidal Thoughts + Comments:

12. IT WAS A BAD FUCKING DAY

What Have You Done to Become Better Today?

APPLIED FOR ONE SINGLE FUCKING SOLITARY JOB AND IT TOOK ME OVER 15 HOURS TO DO IT BECAUSE IT SCARED ME FUCKING TO DEATH. BUT I NEGLECTED THE OTHER THINGS THAT I REALLY NEEDED TO DO LIKE CALL THE MAZZONI CENTER AND CHANGE MY APPOINTMENT BECAUSE I LEARNED THAT MY HMO DOESN’T COVER ANY NON-EMERGENCY CARE OUTSIDE OF THE STATE I MOVED TO PHILADELPHIA TO GET AWAY FROM, AND I WOULD HAVE LEARNED THIS EARLIER AND NOT BEEN IN SUCH A BIND NOW, BECAUSE I MIGHT HAVE TO PAY A FEE TO MOVE MY APPOINTMENT SO LATE, OR ELSE PAY OUT OF POCKET FOR BLOODWORK, IF I HAD JUST HAD THE FUCKING BALLS TO CALL MY INSURANCE COMPANY EARLIER BECAUSE LET’S BE HONEST IT TOOK LIKE 5 MINUTES WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SO SCARED OF. I also emailed the therapist I met with to try to schedule more sessions. Because it seems like I need them.

Other Comments:

See above. It’s five fucking fifty two in the morning and ive been up all night.

Have You Been Saved?

Not even close

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Weight:

Scale reads 160, but that seems impossible

Attire:

Flowy black pants, pink hippie shirt, converse, black bra

Resting Heart Rate:

I don’t like you

Food and Medicine Intake:

Bagel, cliff bar, mango juice, chips, the best pizza and beer money can by, coke, a bit of candy, a bit of bourbon, 100mg spironolactone

Dream:

Forgotten

# of Times Misgendered + Comments:

3

# of Suicidal Thoughts + Comments:

3, including the scary “put myself in a hospital so everyone stops expecting anything from me” one.

What Have You Done to Become Better Today?

I GOT LASER HAIR REMOVAL. First session. Took around 15 minutes. A doctor, silver and scruffy like George Cloony, took me back into an office with the machine, which hummed until it turned on, when it began to beep loudly. The machine connected to a wand that blew air out in an intense stream. He held the wand over my face, and the machine began to beep rhythmically. Every beep, the laser turned on, and burned out 5-10 hairs. The airflow was there to disperse the smell of burnt hair, which I could still smell hours later, hanging around me. It hurt like a tattoo, but faster, and way worse than a tattoo on my upper lip. My face is still red a little bit. He said that in a couple of days, the hair follicles will fall out, and then I’ll be clean for a couple of weeks until the currently dormant follicles start growing, and then we’ll have to start again. Also, I found an apartment I can sublet for the next two months, so I’ll at least have a place to stay for a bit. It’s an insanely nice house, just so far above my means, but the people living there are saying that I can sublet for much cheaper than the rent they’re paying. Also, Josh is having second thoughts about directing the first live show, so I might have to step in to that role. Not really a way that I’m becoming better, but I wanted to let you know more effectively how crazy this day was for me.

Other Comments:

Just, so much is happening.

Have You Been Saved?

No, but it’s getting better

Weight:

144 lbs

Attire:

Pajamas

Resting Heart Rate:

I haven’t been giving a shit about this question recently. Huh.

Food and Medicine Intake:

Not much, pasta, apples, bananas, some chips/cheese-doodles, 100mg spironolactone

Dream:

Forgotten

# of Times Misgendered + Comments:

0

# of Suicidal Thoughts + Comments:

0

What Have You Done to Become Better Today?

Played a lot of video games, so I’m improving at video games?

Other Comments:

Was going to be writing today, but didn’t, and I’m feeling okay about that, which I usually don’t.

Have You Been Saved?

No

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Weight:

ANSWER

Attire:

black leggings, black and gold wrap/sarong/thing, low-cut purple shirt, docs, sweater, peacoat

Resting Heart Rate:

ANSWER

Food and Medicine Intake:

Macaroni and cheese in the morning, fake chicken and kefir in the evening. A cup of tea between.

Dream:

I had to substitute teach for a class at Buxton. An English class. I had no idea what they were reading. Initially I thought it would be my sister’s class, which I was fine with, but it wasn’t, and then I was scared and relieved to wake up.

# of Times Misgendered + Comments:

Once, but I got way more double-takes and stares and laughter from people on the street than I’ve ever had before. I think it might be because I’m unshaven today. Which might mean that I’ve been passing? I doubt it. I can’t do that. But it was definitely markedly more.

# of Suicidal Thoughts + Comments:

3, including a relatively strong one surrounding wrist slitting.

What Have You Done to Become Better Today?

Slept more, planned for the Valentines Day workshop (keeping me alive).

Other Comments:

Tonight is the first night I can recall where filling out these questions really felt like a burden.

Have You Been Saved?

No.

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