Three words, Oak.

Fuck dat noize.

OK, a few more to qualify. I didn’t come out until I was 48. Guess what my mother said? The fucking hubris to tell any trans person to fucking slow down. Heh, this one’s grinding my gears huh? But seriously wtf? I can think of no change so radical as to change ones gender. That anyone thinks we do so cos we’re fucking bored one Sunday afternoon beggars belief.

And who are these paragons of introspection, restraint, and wisdom? Oh yeah, typically the same lackwits that may you despair of universal suffrage.

Screw your aunt. Wait?! My ARSE! I WISH so very fervently I’d had your wisdom and courage.

Keep on being awesome, lovely.

Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Witch. Poet. Slut. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.