Blog Redux...

Inkblot — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 08:50:26 +0400

Due to internet chaos, teh blog has died...

So, new blog!

http://www.eviltrannymach2.blogspot.com

Evil Tranny Blogs...

Inkblot — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 07:16:44 +0300

See Evil Tranny blog. Blog, Evil Tranny, blog.

http://www.eviltranny.blogspot.com

Watch as I throw my brain at the internet!

Manchild And The Dysphorias

Inkblot — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 13:40:12 +0300

If ever I form a glam rock punk band, it will be called Manchild and the Dysphorias.

I recently read about the whole "men's movement'' and how men need to connect with their inner, primal Iron John lumberjackmanliness in order to live balanced lives. I guess it makes sense that repression of anything would make for an unbalanced life. Still, should women connect with their inner, primal shoe hording chocolate glutton? Maybe we should eat chocolate and be lumberjacks. ("I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day...")

50 Days...

Inkblot — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 06:56:51 +0300

So, at the end of March, I'm having top surgery. Which is awesome, but a little scary. However, while working out today I thought about all the things I'm looking forward to doing post-surgery that are hard or impossible to do with the binder on:

-Swimming

-Wearing white shirts

-Going running

-Pec workouts

-Lying in the sun

-Being cooler in the summer

-Wearing sweaters

-Feeling my girlfriend's hands on my chest

-Unbuttoning my shirts farther

-Not getting weird looks from store clerks

-Sitting in my room without boobs

A Sign For Morgan...

Inkblot — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 09:26:17 +0400

From a site with pictures of signs badly translated into English:

http://engrishfunny.com/2008/08/31/engrish-used-remake/

I don't even know what they meant.

A List

Inkblot — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 08:49:07 +0400

So, following 5thstory's listmaking example, I am making a list of things I want but cannot have (or cannot have in the near future), for no particular reason, just because it will make me feel better.

-Rice krispie treats

-Lots of coffee

-A bigger bed

-New guitar strings

-Fish and chips

-Condoms

-Top surgery

-A tuxedo

-Better hair

-A night with my girlfriend

Loud Shiny Object

Inkblot — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 03:31:54 +0400

So, I've learned to play 'Science Fiction/Double Feature' on the guitar. It makes me happy. I can now play a grand total of 3 songs. (The other two are 'I Wanna Be Your Dog' and '20th Century Boy'). It's very satisfying, and my guitar makes me feel sexy. It's a shiny black Fender Telecaster, and its ability to make a lot of noise that is completely controlled by me is oddly seductive.

Ovary Death

Inkblot — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 06:24:52 +0400

I hate my ovaries. Not because they are overtly female, or because they hold potential babies or anything like that. But because they result in a period. Which is a week of bleeding and bitching, and (here's the killer) NO COFFEE.

Haiku

Inkblot — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 08:16:44 +0400

Some haiku I wrote after returning from a walk.

Empty coffee cup
Abandoned on the sidewalk
Used up, and tossed out

Many pairs of shoes
Intrinsically animate
But still not alive

Familiar streetlight
Unlit and useless until
Twilight steals in

Silly little boy
Ice cream precariously
Balanced in his hand

A destination
Much more precious than its end
Because windows glow

Dresden Dolls Concert!

Inkblot — Sun, 18 May 2008 05:55:55 +0400

I get to go see the Dresden Dolls tomorrow with my friends. Yay for stripy-socked angst. And I get to wear fishnets and a spiffy hat. So right on.

In other news, hot weather sucks when most of your clothing is black.

Also, puppies are cute, and ice cream is good.

Life is calmer than it has been in a very long time. It's kinda nice.

Noir

Inkblot — Sat, 17 May 2008 22:49:56 +0400

Mind if I corrupt you?, she said
And my mind switched to black and white
It became night time in a big city full of lights and rain
And she took a drag on her cigarette, then tossed the butt into the gutter
Where the lipstick-stained filter fizzled into darkness.

Not at all, I said
And I mentally adjusted my fedora,
Removing a lighter from my coat pocket

A Mess Of Poems

Inkblot — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 09:39:29 +0300

Here's a bunch of poems I wrote tonight while I was in a productive vein.

Modern

I feel very cold
But I might go stand in the rain

I'm not sure I can see
But I might go sit in the dark

I can't feel my legs
But I might feel the need to run away

I feel very fragile
But I might go stand on the highway

I might be insane
But you can call me modern
Or maybe misunderstood,

Oy. I Give In.

Inkblot — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:02:05 +0300

Here's me going on about myself:

Eye Color:: Blue
Hair Color:: naturally brown, now fading to peroxide blonde from purple.
Height:: 5'3"ish
Weight:: 130ish
Right handed or Left handed?: right.
Your Heritage:: English, Swedish, German, Irish, Scottish, probably some other European countries. I'm a mutt.
My Worst Habit:: Being way too hard on myself.
Shoe Size:: 8
Pants Size:: No idea.

Baptism And Drowning

Inkblot — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 13:06:45 +0300

The result of a pot of coffee and a weird night.

Baptism And Drowning

Pedagogue

Inkblot — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 08:41:08 +0300

This is about the first man I ever had a crush on (that I realized for what it was), the choreographer for the school play last year.

Pedagogue

The lines of your hands are clear
Elegant and definite
You gesture to the people listening attentively,
Your hands carve the substance of your words
Shaping pictures in the air in front of you,