My name is
|My identity is|
|aboriginal, activist, admirer, aggressive, anarchist, animal lover, artsy, ask me, babe, bitch, cat lover, chick with a dick, complex, confidant, confused, creative, creature, cuddly, curious, daughter, dork, dreamer, dude, dudette, dyke on a bike, eccentric, extrovert, fabulous, feline, female-identified, flirt, gender warrior, genderfuck, genderqueer, gentlewoman, glittery, goddess, grrlydyke, hard femme, huggy, intelligent, introvert, kinky, little sister, lover, loving, male-assigned, myself, obsessed, out-ish, passionate, pervert, polycurious, princess, privileged, pro-choice, queen, queer dyke, queer femme, queersexual, quiet, quirky, sadomasochist, sassy, sensitive, sex positive, shapeshifter, slut, socialist, spiritual, survivor, switch, transfeminist, unique, unsure, wench, white, witch, wolf, woman|
I can’t begin to explain how happy yesterday made me. I swear half of Kitchener-Waterloo shows up at Columbia Lake for the fireworks and I was walking through them like “Fuck you, I’m fierce and you all know it”. I actually had two girls walk past me and say “Okay, I’m scared” which did more good for me than they hoped.
We went to Columbia lake for Canada Day fireworks and I was presenting all day. I hardly got any second glances.
AAAAAAAAAAAND I got mega tanned… Fucking awesome! I really don’t like looking white Super proud of my native heritage
My eczema + heat/sweat/humidity = a very uncomfortable me + me presenting = a mental/emotional wreck
paid so much attention to how my outfit matches color wise as I have since I started presenting. It boosts my confidence so much when I know the outfit is killer, right down to my bra and panties.