It's sunny enough that I'm going to pretend it's fully spring

2025-03-05T01:20:59Z

night walk selfie

2025-02-26T02:58:34Z

selfie from this morning before hanging out with a friend

2024-11-11T03:02:37Z

Halloween Hot Pot Look

2024-11-01T06:53:47Z

not so much a costume as just me being hot in a slightly more goth-inflected direction. we got one group of trick-or-treaters quite unexpectedly and they said "whoa what smells so good" (it was the hot pot)

went out dancing last night

2024-10-26T22:14:47Z

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Me in a leather jacket, wearing a sheer top with snakes running up it and matching snake earrings.

can't express enough gratitude to normal for girls for hosting masked shows with big ol' cr boxes. had an incredible time. my legs feel like pudding now. dancing in heels is hard work

one last selfie for the road

2024-10-01T01:09:22Z

Solid chance this is my last selfie to go out on "social media" as such, and so I hope you'll forgive a bit of nostalgia. Posting selfies, especially early in transition, was hugely important for me. For most of my life up to that point I had regarded my looks with suspicion if not outright hostility, and the selfie became the medium through which I began to take ownership of my appearance and develop a sense of style. The first time I looked at a picture I'd taken of myself and realized "oh. I'm hot" was a huge milestone for me.

Posting selfies to social media was an inseparable part of this. As my style became something I actively put effort and care into, having people appreciate it became a reminder that that work was doing something. It wasn't the dreaded numbers, it was the people: people whose taste and style I also saw and appreciated, people who I was friends with and people I just saw around.

When COVID began, I went from taking and posting selfies almost on a weekly basis to nearly not taking them at all. I no longer felt I had any reason to dress up. Wearing lipstick felt foolish when it would just get ruined by a mask. I wasn't getting any new clothes, because I hate having to remember to send back online orders I don't like. My trademark blue hair was growing out, because even after the vaccine made it feasible to be masked indoors with strangers I couldn't bear the pain of trying to find a salon that still required them. I didn't realize until my roots had overtaken me how much the blue had become a part of my self-image, how much it hurt to look in the mirror and not see the self in my heart.

Little by little, I pulled myself out of that hole. Although the pandemic is very much still present and I am very much still taking precautions, I found ways to allow my sense of style to flourish in between those precautions. I'll put on lipstick just because I feel like it. Liz took careful measurements so I could do online shopping with minimal risk of send-backs. Every now and then I'll even strap on a P100 respirator and go to a physical store. I asked around and found a local salon that not only still requires masks, but is queer- and disabled-owned.

And I started taking selfies again. I took selfies to give myself a reason to care about my appearance again. I took selfies as a reward for putting in the work to make myself look and feel good. I took selfies to send to friends, I took selfies to flirt, I took selfies with pals, I took selfies at beaches and forests and birthdays and the precious few weddings that were safe enough for me to attend. I took selfies to remind the world that I existed, and to remind myself as well. And many of those selfies ended up here.