Real_AirCooledGirl

Just ate some fried chicken, potato wedges, and a biscuit for dinner. That'll satisfy your spiro cravings.

Still haven't moved me one millimeter. First time I saw steak tartare on TV was an old episode of Mr. Bean. Mr. Bean ordered the dish without knowing what it was. Once the food arrived at his table, he tried to avoid eating it. And no wonder--IT'S FUCKING RAW! Many years later, I looked it up on Wikipedia and saw a photo; it disgusted me. And last year, while waiting to get on HRT no thanks to COVID, I watched Mark Wiens's YouTube videos where he toured Denmark. He would eat smørrebrød (a type of open-faced sandwich) with steak tartare on it. What the hell are the Danes smoking to eat raw meat? WHY? Add to that a lifetime of working in restaurants and always being taught to cook meat thoroughly, and it's still a hard pass for me.

Most of my blackjack experience is through Fallout: New Vegas and even then during the Dead Money add-on, to win those complimentary vouchers. Obviously, that's not the same as playing real blackjack with a physical deck of cards. I may not know much about counting cards but all I know is that the goal is to get to 21 points a hand or as close without going over. And why do casinos piss and moan about players counting cards? Why punish the player for playing by the rules?

I don't gamble IRL. Never visited a casino. If I ever do, I'll skip the slot machines and go right to the blackjack tables. That at least requires some strategy.

Some more Belldandy hawtness. Back when I had Windows XP, I used this as a desktop.

I played GTA 3 and Vice City once upon a time. Never finished either of them. Now where's my remasters of Freelancer, Sid Meier's Pirates!, and Fallout: New Vegas, damn it?

https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-019-01237-z https://www.endocrine-abstracts.org/ea/0056/ea0056s30.3.htm

It's a Middle Eastern candy made from tahini, sugar, and vanilla extract. In this case, I cut up a whole bar of dark chocolate and mixed that. I posted pictures of this batch of halva on Facebook back in May. One of my cousins thought it had gold leaf in it. That would be a waste of gold at best. What you see is tahini that didn't get mixed in all the way. I have a skylight in my kitchen and the light hit the halva just so. Sure looks cool, huh?

I'm not arrogant for liking my steak well-done. It's a matter of personal preference.

THANK YOU! DANKE! GRACIAS! SPASIBO! ARIGATOU! KIITOS! qatlho'! Trans kids are just as certain of their identified gender as cis kid are. Hell, trans people's brains are consistent with our identified gender, not whatever we were assigned at birth.

Fuck that noise! If I ever obtain any Wagyu steak, I'll cook it well-done just to piss you and the rest of the food police off. If I ever marry a sugar mama, I'll order some Wagyu steak well-done if she and I go to a steakhouse that serves it. I might just put some Carolina Reaper hot sauce on it, too. I'm not "destroying" a steak. It's called eating what I like. Eat what you like and fuck the food police.

How is this religiprop quote NOT on purpose?

For the thing about puberty blockers: http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/18478155 http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4342775/

I sure would eat those top-shelf steaks well-done if I got the chance. Why is there so much hate for well-done steak? WHY?

Trans kids know themselves far better than you do, far better than you give them credit for.

So you'd rather I go through puberty in a body I don't identify with? Fuck that noise. I should have done this a long time ago already. Thing was, I didn't have knowledge of puberty blockers and HRT back then, nor the language to articulate my dysphoria. I didn't know any other trans or nonbinary people; my only exposure to such people back then was through Jerry Springer and the odd TLC documentary. What she's saying comes off as cis-splaining. Would you tell someone to go through a puberty they don't identify with? I sure as fuck wouldn't. That said, I might at least ask my hormone doctor if she can offer any help on getting myself back out there. I still have the hots for her, though. There may be plenty of other women out there but there's only one of her. If she expresses any interest, however unlikely, I'm sure she might make that known. Even then, I think she'd be discreet about it. Hell, I had her authorize a new round of refills on my estradiol recently; I could kiss her for that. And when I say "kiss her", I don't mean in the same way I'd kiss my grandmother.

You sound like my Aunt "Maude" trying to talk me out of transitioning. If you're trying to talk me out of it, you're not going to move me one millimeter. I'm already a year in and have given it ten billion percent.

Jazz Jennings says hello. She transitioned starting young and thus avoided going through the wrong puberty. I envy her for getting to transition that young. I wish I was able to do the same.

Again, I eat what I like. To hell with the food police and their "rules"! I'll eat my steak well-done and my cereal dry. When I eat tacos, I just put meat and veggies on them.