The fire marshals refuse to allow more than 120 students into a room. Absurdly this rule is one of the justifications for my being here, because medical students never fail (one of the most cruel systems I've seen taken out on students, truly would make anyone a rabid beast, "never failing" meaning something like covenant marriage in Alabama x 100ks in debt servitude), and hence there can be no "kiddy table" on zoom, they all must have their own live pocket charm. Some of them have to "attach" to me. But, I have refused for the day. This will be good-bye for M2s, and there is no way they have bonded enough to me for my face to be the last one they see. No. That's cruel. So fire or no fire, they're going all together into one large working room. I had last night a bright idea for an experiential learning activity to bolster them, but I didn't share it, not my job, no you can't have any more of my bright ideas for free. I can't even remember it, because instead of articulating it, before I could let my mind go down the road of helping these people anymore, I sat on Nebraska's face instead. STAY! The only problem with that approach to this life moment is that mounting this self - pure frustration and grief and pent up longing for not-this and concentrated me-ness altogether packed into 100 pounds of marrow-made fury and condensed estrogen - makes a DIY bronco ride that ends in my squirting
shutthefuckup. Under normal circumstances, I'd say a man who falls head over heels over that phenom is promising. But no, I've utterly had it, I'm just riding this out (ha). While he 🥰! I'm like the guy in
Rapture, miles away in his head through a blowjob. Jesus, being around guys might be turning me into one!! I'm pro trans, absolutely, but not planning to switch sides myself lol 🤦🏻♀️.
Welp, today I'm doing nothing but wearing a killer dress and refusing to do anything else. ArmsCROSSY. Nebraska can handle it, since all this belongs to him, he should handle it all then, DO THAT. While I sit to the side in my boots, the students who have started to drift towards me all watching the look on my face. 👁
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| hoop dance national, hosted by the Heard Museum, that's the final 6 dancers for the win, in the circle dancing is a 2S+ activist in beading that takes a year to complete, trans blue&pink, the crowd cheering 100% love - that honestly made me weepy with gratitude for these people still existing 🙏 the emcee, a really old Seneca dude, made ICE jokes about delays, like they deported our sound guy but just to Flagstaff because it was closer (🤣), they could kind of give 2 flying fucks about us all killing each other, good riddance frankly...they agree with Jesuit Mary, come to think of it |
Just maybe, they will put me on a plane home early. I just might be unpleasant 🖕 enough in my 👁 disapproving silence that it trumps 💦.
#notpeople
