Transgender, premed, English tutoring, sarcastic, 25 year old guy with a thing for spicy food, Iron Man, writing, and coffee.
So I was going to spend the day writing a personal project, or at least brainstomring more on the world and the general direction of the plot.
Instead, I ended up writing an appeal for financial aid, fighting with the registrars office, and playing phone tag with the pharmacy and clinic to attempt to get a refill of my prescription, since I’m almost out.
Fun. Add on to that all the personal shit I’m going through right now, and I’m just about done with the world’s bullshit.
What the fuck makes someone think it is okay to ask to touch my “fuzzy” (ie my facial hair) and then when I say no, proceed to grill me about my personal life and physical changes in my transition?
Someday, I hope that there are people who make the “damn, that guy working in the ER is hot” posts and they are about me. That’d be awesome. Even if I don’t know about it ever. That’d just make me feel wonderful. And I kind of need that right now.
My brain feels like it is melting.