I don't know whether I'm butch or not, because I don't really try for a butch look. What I do know is that I don't really "get" femininity and masculinity. I can perform either or both, but they both feel like I'm acting, rather than expressing something from within myself.

I don't have pierced ears, I don't wear makeup, I don't do my nails, I don't do skin care etc, and I'm just as likely to be found in jeans and a tshirt as I am in a dress. With clothes, my goals are as few layers as I can get away with, and as easy and comfortable as possible.

I know I've sometimes felt like the odd one out, because I don't really connect with femininity, but on the other hand, I've been in the community long enough to realise that every one of us has an something that doesn't fit the narrative, and we nearly all struggled with feel disconnected because of it. These days, I still scratch my head and wonder what I'm missing, but I don't feel disconnected or othered because of it. I've been in the community long enough to know that it's my community, and to feel it in my bones.

Compression bras simply won't do the job for high impact sports of any kind (except for folk with smaller cup sizes)

A good encapsulating sports bra should do the trick. I'm a couple of sizes smaller than you, and I run rather than jumping, but I've had luck going in to activewear stores (rather than bra stores). I haven't noticed much difference between brands, but I definitely notice a difference between bra styles. If it's a compression bra, it just doesn't cut it for long runs or high intensity runs.

The human rights acts in other major democracies don't seem to be with the paper they're written on...

And we have a "left" government with the numbers to implement one here, but without the political will to do so, and already looking for loopholes to ignore those rights if they ever do codify them.

I mean, yes, we should have a bill of rights, but even if it does happen, I'm not holding out any hopes for it changing much of anything

Full of hate and crypto spam, so no, no love from me

I wanted a rolling release distro, but not a bare bones distro that I have to build from scratch myself.

There was even an entire standards document drawn up (as a practical joke), called the Hyper Text Coffee Pot Control Protocol (HTCPCP 1.0). To this day though, there the server status response 418 - I'm a teapot still exists. It was defined as part of HTCPCP as the error code returned when you tried to get a teapot to brew coffee :)

Web nerds took their coffee seriously! Or maybe they didn't? Does doing up an entire standards document as an april fools joke count as serious or unserious?

You aren't setting up your childrens accounts. You're setting up your accounts to show that you're not a child. And suddenly, every single thing you use, from apps to websites, is gatekept behind an API that is controlled by the government. If checking age on social media is all it ever does, then sure, whatever. But that isn't all it will ever do. It will creep further and further, and the details you need to provide will increase, one shitty government term at a time. And then one day, they'll able able to decide that people in your country shouldn't be able to see safe sex information, or abortion information, and the framework to deny the whole country access is already there, and just one small tweak away from locking you out of information that is deemed inappropriate.

I grew up in a racist town, and was indoctrinated on racism in my youth. It never sat right with me, but even so, I still struggled with racist thoughts that would jump in to my head when I encountered indigenous folk.

Someone said to me though that it's not the first thought that jumps in to your head that matters, because that's what you've been trained to think. What matters is what you do after that thought has appeared.

And that's stuck with me. It helped me be aware of the impact of indoctrinated hate, whilst also not getting tied up with guilt over my inability to completely purge myself of the indoctrinated bullshit.

It allowed me to retrain myself, and to make sure the shit I was raised with doesn't get passed on to my own kid.

It's emotional manipulation designed to make you feel worthless and unlovable to others and yourself, whilst also making you feel like the only person that actually wants you is him. The ultimate goal is to keep you with him, no matter what he does by making you believe that only he will put up with you.

Mostly because they used to rule the world, but everything they touched wasn't gold, it was all yellow

The recent lunar eclipse, taken in Brisbane, Australia!

The fact that the dev behind brave is a homophobe isn't opt in though...

Turn myself in to a millionaire

Honestly, I think they're worse than people say. There might be the odd good news story to come out of them, but they are designed to get you to fork out cash, and stay around and keep forking out cash, so their whole goal is to feed you hope, without ever causing you to be successful enough to leave.

Steam? Though I'm not sure I'm loving it... 22 years now... But it worked back then, it still works now, and it hasn't lost itself to enshitification. It even followed me to linux.

Brave is a less than ideal choice...

FTM has FTM (Far Too Many) acronyms

Specifically, it occurs when the cows eat high volumes of clover or other nitrogen fixing plants (most legumes fall in to this category). Ruminants produce a lot of gas in their digestive process, because their stomachs are designed to ferment their food, allowing them to better access highly fibrous food sources like grass. Normally, they belch or fart the gas away, but in the case of nitrogen fixing clovers, they produce too much gas to be able to burp and fart away, and they end up with fatal bloating!

I remember learning this in school in rural Australia. The most amazing thing is that I still remember it :P

The first trans person I ever spoke to in depth was a trans guy, and I walked away with that exact feeling. Like, I'd never met someone who knew what I was going through before and could understand things that I didn't even have words for. Yet at the same time, I was completely thrown by the idea that someone would find joy and authenticity in something I was yearning to be free of