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I made ring splints! They’re so expensive to buy and I’m already throwing too much money at medical equipment so I decided I could learn to make them. I’m not sure if these will do as well as the oval 8s I’ve been using, since I do a lot of heavy lifting at work, but I’m excited to have learned some new skills. And they’re prettier than the oval 8s. I need a better cord for the thumb splint and I plan to do a bit of experimenting to see if I can get support for the CMC as well as the MCP joint on the thumb (and I need to make one for the left hand) but I’m super excited!
I made these out of steel using pliers, a ring mandrel, and a dremel tool. Happy to expand on my process if anyone has questions.
Image IDs: five pictures of a light skinned hand wearing steel rings on the joints. Each finger has one figure eight shaped ring splint and the thumb has a larger one with a loop. The loop is attached to red cord around the wrist to secure the thumb splints. Each picture has a different hand position, showing the range of motion and there is one close up on the thumb splint.
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Silver Syringe Earrings.
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Passing on advice I received growing up as someone who grew up around alternative adults of several flavors and heavily tattooed folks with "job killer" tattoos (and was raised by one such person!) that I have had to put into practice as someone who is alternative themself now:
If you are a young alternative person, it cannot be understated how important having a couple "normie" pieces of clothes in your closet "just in case" is.
Sometimes you will have a job interview, a doctor's appointment, a housing application, or some other kind of obligation where for your own safety and security you need to tone yourself down for a brief period of time.
It's not fair. It's bullshit. But sometimes you have to eat your vegetables you know? And it's a cost benefit analysis and it depends on the things you personally prioritize in your own life, but sometimes minor sacrifices have to be made in order to keep yourself safe and get yourself things you need to do so.
#thinking about this because i'm actively toning myself down for a doctors appointment right now#because i need my T and i can't have them creating biases against me and jeopardize that#because to me it's worth the temporary dissatisfaction of not wearing my jewelry or any make up or my favorite clothes#and covering my tattoos#to get a medication that i desperately need#like. like i said - personal cost benefit analysis is important here#but yeah#sometimes we gotta do things we don't like to get something we need#original post
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Hey, all!
I've hurt my knee so bad that I can hardly walk. Turning is bad. Stairs are the worst. And this sucks butt because I work on a truck that I have to lift myself pretty high to get onto (like, knee to chest kinda step up).
CVS has quoted me at $140 just to look at it. This is the cheapest I could find. I do not have insurance, nor the money for it or their CVS visit. And that's the preliminary visit. If it isn't the kind of thing they can give me a steroid shot for and send me on my way, I might be fucked.
So. My shop is 15% off through the rest of this month. Code Ouchie666 will get you that price off. I'd really appreciate if some of y'all could help a bitch out. I have no idea what this will end up costing in total, but I'm hoping it won't eat up what little money I have 😅
#vulture culture#bone#skull#vc#bones#dead#oddities#skeleton#art#jewelry#help#hell world#medical#medical expenses
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Relieved to finally get some hardware back in my ears a little while ago! (Slept-on mess of hair past due a trim and all.)
I think the lower helix piercing would look better with a little larger diameter in it, which I do actually have. They've both got 8mm now, and I also picked up more 10mm. But, it's sore enough and I'm tired enough of messing with it that a change can wait for tomorrow or the next day.
I had been kinda bummed about feeling limited to not wearing anything in them, since I have been needing the stupid monthly general anesthesia sessions--and of course they insist on no jewelry. Even if the whole issue here is that there's no way those are going to be coming out accidentally! 🙄
What I had been wearing was just too big a PITA to get in and out that it just didn't seem worth it, so I've been going around with naked ears since they started insisting on doing things that way.
But! Then it occurred to me to look for some jewelry that should be easier to deal with, minus specialized tools etc. And I decided to try some of these hinged clicker type hoops! For everywhere but the 2nd lobe piercings, which I like to leave open to wear whatever other earrings. Today we're evidently flying the jolly roger, because why not.
Yeah, just trying some cheap stainless jobbies, at least until I see if it works. From a business staffed by some maniac(s) who thought heat sealing the little baggies below the zipper was a reasonable plan. 🤨
And yes, these do indeed seem way more workable. Even the first try getting them in and out, when I'm not so used to the feel of that mechanism yet.
A few bonus outtakes, trying to awkwardly get photos of the sides of my own head.
I really was NOT kidding about the hair, y'all. Good thing I wasn't planning on going anywhere.
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Girls Night Out
Post-Gauntlet Keme & Elara friendship fic bc I caught a plot gizka off the most recent time through. ft Jaxo's Checking In mission and Elara giving relationship advice :3
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The medcenter hallway was 763 tiles long.
Keme knew this because she'd counted them while pacing. Thrice.
The lovely thing about being Havoc's CO was that it allowed her to know the "status of her team" but didn't necessarily let her do what she wanted with that information. Which was why she was here, in the kriffing hallway, instead of in there. When the medcenter said no visitors they meant it. No exceptions for commanding officers.
She'd memorized the list of Jorgan's injuries, too.
Which was why she was here. Pacing the hallway. Instead of out enjoying the brief--rare--shore leave, or restocking, or any of the half dozen other things she could think to do.
It was hard to read the words "punctured lung" and not worry.
Keme finally halted and slouched in one of the barely-padded chairs, fingers nervously tapping the armrest as she stared at the wall. Please be okay.
[Punctured lung. Multiple contusions and blaster burns from sustained heavy fire. Significant plasma burns to left leg, extensive bone and nerve damage; below knee amputation recommended. Potential retinal--]
Footsteps echoed down the austere hall and Keme snapped to her feet. Her shoulders dropped fractionally seeing it was Dorne.
"Not to be insubordinate, Major-" the other woman began, settling into parade rest posture when she reached Keme.
Keme waved off the concern. "We're on leave, Elara. And regardless, if you're about to dispense medical advice, it's hardly insubordinate for you to do your job." She shifted her weight, fighting the urge to pace again.
"Very well. You should go do something, Keme. This" --she gestured to the hallway-- "is not healthy for you, and it isn't helping anyone."
Keme snorted and rubbed at gritty eyes with the heel of one hand. "Like what, Elara? I don't have anyone to visit, I'm not much for shopping, and I'll bet my next three paychecks I couldn't focus on a book or vid to save my--"
Her comm beeped with a message notification. Keme frowned. Garza or the medtechs would've commed, no reason for her parents to be contacting her right now... She spotted a terminal and headed for it, Elara on her heels.
"Something the matter, sir?" Elara asked.
"Don't know yet." Keme signed in and pulled up her messages. There were two--one text, one audio. The text file proved to be the official notice of their promotions; major for her, captain for Jorgan, lieutenant for Dorne, and the medals and commendations earned on the Gauntlet mission.
"Would've made captain soon if Command hadn't hung me out to dry." She chucked internally at the memory. Hope this wasn't too much of a delay for you.
The audio message was from Jaxo. "Hey, hotshot, heard you're back on Coruscant, with leave no less. Some friends and I were equally lucky, and we're gonna do something fun with it. Swing by if you wanna join us."
"That sounds like someone you could visit," Elara commented. "As a distraction."
Keme rolled her eyes as she closed down the terminal. "C'mon, how much fun d'you think I'll be tonight?"
"You never know," Elara said with a shrug. "Maybe once you start relaxing, it'll help more than you expect."
Keme chewed the inside of her cheek. Under other circumstances, it would be fun. Maybe she should give it a shot. "I'll go if you come with me."
Elara arched a brow. "I wasn't invited."
"So I'm inviting you," Keme said. "I'll tell Jaxo since we both have leave we're a package deal."
"Oh, alright. If it'll get you out of here."
Keme gave a wry smile. "Guess this means we need to go find other outfits, that fit the tone of having fun better."
"I suppose we should," Elara said with a faux-sigh, and they started down the hall.
Keme couldn't help a last look back over her shoulder, as if that would make a doctor materialize with an update and justify her staying.
It didn't.
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This cantina was too loud. The first couple hadn't been bad, which almost made the pounding music and din of customer chatter worse. Keme took the drink--gizer ale--Jorda clumsily shoved in her hands and surveyed the crowd. Dancing, drinking...
The song changed and Keme wrinkled her nose. It was too loud to think in here, let alone really talk. She took a sip of her drink as that clicked. The other places they'd hit so far; five of the eight Jaxo had tallied at the start, were busy, noisy, but not so much to prevent conversation. She could listen to Jorda or Keran's war stories, Jaxo regaling them with one of her declassified exploits, and it was at least somewhat the distraction she needed.
With this place too loud to think, her thoughts were slipping back to the default track, even as she sought some level of refuge at the high tables away from the dance floor.
Punctured lung. Multiple contusions and blaster burns from sustained heavy fire. Significant--
"Hey." Jaxo hoisted herself up on one of the other tall chairs. "This seems a dang'rous combo with drunk people," she muttered, briefly distracted, before looking back at Keme. "Why don't you look like you're havin' fun? The whole point of this is t' have fun!"
"It's too loud in here." Wasn't technically a lie; she was all but hollering just to talk. "Can hardly hear myself think."
Jaxo snorted. "Y' aren't s'pposed to think, you're s'pposed to dance, have fun, drink people under the table." She studied Keme for a moment, expression sobering at the half-shrug she got in response. "You've been quiet all night, come to think. Dorne looks like she's havin' more fun than you." She lightly kicked the side of Keme's boot. "Didn't you just save the Republic an' get a big promotion?"
"Yeah," Keme acknowledged, distracted by a specific flicker of movement as Elara worked her way through the crowd.
"Well, I've about had my fill of this sort of fun," she commented, setting her half-drunk Johrian whiskey on the table and claiming the remaining chair.
Jaxo rolled her eyes. "Think you've rubbed off on your CO, Dorne; she'd rather sit an' mope into her drink than celebrate."
Elara let the jibe roll off without acknowledgement, giving her attention to the latter part. "The promotion may be cause for celebration, but since the squad XO was seriously injured in the course of that mission, I think her reticence is understandable, don't you?"
Jaxo had the grace to wince at the explanation. "Didn't know that part, sorry, major." She nudged Keme's shoulder. "Still, you being all sullen an' worrying isn't gonna help him get better any faster, right?" Isn't it better to be in a good frame of mind for dealing with whatever Command throws your way?" She glanced around the room, did a double take and grinned when it passed over the others from their group. "Looks like Keran found us some new friends." She slid off the seat, tottered a little finding her balance, and flashed Keme a genuine smile. "Hope you'll feel up to joining us, hotshot."
Keme appreciated Elara's silence as they watched her leave, headed for the gaggle of clean-cut 'friends' who had joined Keran and Jorda.
"How d'you think she'd feel, knowing she agreed with you?" Keme sighed, folding her hands over her cup and resting her chin atop them.
"About what?" Elara took another sip of her whiskey.
"Relaxing's the point of shore leave. Unwinding so you're ready for your next assignment." She tried not to dwell on the likelihood Havoc would be running a member short for whatever theirs was.
The song changed, something slightly quieter, and she sighed in relief at the reprieve.
A small smile tugged Elara's lips and she swirled the remaining whiskey in her glass. "True as that is, and as good as it would be for your mental state regardless, I think you were 'wound' a bit further than the rest of us, so it follows it'll take you longer to unwind."
"But you two also have a point there," Keme said, idly watching the animated body language of Jaxo and Keran's "friends". A challenge had clearly been issued; Jorda plunked a tray of shots down on the table. "What good does worrying do? Not gonna speed up the healing process, not even gonna magically create an exception to the 'no visitors' policy." She straightened with a huff. "But it's like I can't help myself."
"Well, I'd say concern for your people when they get injured in the line of duty makes you a good CO." Elara raised her glass and slanted a mischievous look at Keme over the rim. "Though I'm under no illusions it would be quite so much a... distraction, in my case."
Keme made a strangled noise of indignation. "I- You're my friend, of course I'd worry-!"
"I know, and I'd appreciate it," Elara said with a smile. A loud whoop dragged their attention to where Jaxo was clearly winning whatever game was going on. "I also know this is different."
"No point playing dumb, huh?" Keme groaned and rubbed her temples. "It is and I don't know why."
Elara scoffed, barely audible under the music. "No? Need I remind you the ship's medbay is right next to the armory?" She arched a brow. "Or that I have functional ears and it isn't as if you two whisper?"
She should probably be a little embarrassed by the implication, but she wasn't. Keme slugged down half her drink in a go, cleared her throat at the burn. "Then you know it's just been talking." So far, she added mentally. "Maybe a little flirting, but nothing serious, nothing to justify wringing my hands over him getting hurt. 'Specially in this line of work."
Elara studied her. "Keme." She set her now-empty glass on the table. "Jorgan didn't just 'get hurt', he was seriously injured, almost died--"
"Thanks for preventing that, by the way," Keme muttered into her drink, suppressing a flinch at hearing it so bluntly.
"You're welcome. My point is, just because you two have been outwardly taking your time, exhibiting caution due to your positions, doesn't mean your heart was on the same timetable." She leaned back in her chair. "You've not done anything by half-measure since I met you, it would hardly be a surprise for this to follow the pattern. And... close calls like this can easily serve as catalyst for realizing the true depth of feelings."
"Very astute." Keme finished the last swallow of her drink and slid off the seat to stretch. "Both the advice and the noticing."
"As I said, it's not hard to pick up." Elara smiled and likewise slid out of her chair. The song changed back to something that pounded, prompting the two of them to head for the relative quiet of the street.
"Well, in that case, thanks for not reporting me for fraternization or something," Keme said dryly, taking a deep breath of comparatively cooler air.
"I don't see a need," Elara said, shrugging. "It's clearly mutual, and hasn't kept either of you from doing your jobs, quite well. So long as it doesn't interfere with operational effectiveness, I don't see it as my place to report anything you or Captain Jorgan haven't, sir."
Keme slanted a glance her way, smirked at the mischief glinting in her friend's eyes. "You playing matchmaker now, LT?"
(A small but undeniable pulse of glee burrowed through her gnawing worry at 'clearly mutual'.)
Elara tilted her head, brows arching in faux-innocence. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, major. Should I stop??"
"Depends, do you think I need the help?"
"I have every confidence in your ability to pursue a man who's interested in you," Elara deadpanned. "If that's what you're asking."
Keme snorted. "Thanks. Then I guess it's just a matter of if you wanna be complicit should we get written up for fraternization down the line."
Elara perked up. "Oh, there's a form authorizing romantic relationships."
Of course there is. And of course you knew about it off the top of your head. "Great, more paperwork. Jorgan'll be thrilled."
"I think he'd do it for you."
"I think we should wait until it's actually a relationship before we worry about that, rather'n just flirting, huh?"
"If you insist," Elara said with a shrug.
Keme wondered what the odds were that form would be downloaded and waiting to be called for, when she was ready. Probably pretty high. She looked up, watching the racing lights of traffic flight paths for a minute. "Thanks, Elara. 'M sorry Jaxo's not exactly warm and welcoming, but I'm glad you came along."
"I was an unexpected addition," Elara said mildly. "And I'm far from ignorant of my reputation among Republic personnel. Their opinion of me is their business. Staying true to myself is mine."
Keme nodded. Good outlook. "How much d'you think it would shock them if we rejoin and I said you're the one who talked me out of moping and into havin' fun?"
Elara snickered. "Oh, that might almost be worth stretching the truth."
It wasn't that much of a stretch; talking about her muddled feelings had helped her feel better. More like celebrating. But they didn't get a chance to run their experiment. Even as they turned to head back inside, Jaxo and the others emerged from the cantina.
"Another one down," Jaxo crowed, hooking an arm around Keran's neck. "An' our tab's covered 'cause I drank her Navy buddies under the table!"
Ah. So that's who they were. "Quite the achievement," Keme drawled. "Where to next?"
"Done moping, major?" Jaxo teased.
Keme shrugged. "You and Elara made some good points. Tonight should be for fun."
Jaxo was too tipsy to hide her surprise. "Yeah? Glad we, uh, got through to you. We still have two stops left, hotshot. I expect you to pull your weight for them."
"Aye, aye," Keme said with a mock salute that Jorda found hilarious from her loud bout of laughter.
"Right then." Jaxo steered the group toward a taxi stand. "On to the Sloppy Tauntaun!"
Keme gave a startled bark of laughter. "That is not its name!"
"Oh, you're in for a treat," Jaxo sniggered as they piled into a cab. "Hole in the wall cantinas are the best."
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Keme wasn't completely sure she'd agree with Jaxo's assessment once they're had their fun at the ironically well-kept Sloppy Tauntaun--she preferred cantinas with a bit of polish--but the drinks were good and they did have fun.
Last stop was the Silent Sun because it was closest to Jaxo's place. Smart move on her part; Jorda couldn't make it more than a few steps without giggling, Keran and Elara were weaving a little, and even with her slow start, Keme was feeling the buzz of not-quite-drunk(but more-than-tipsy). Still. She could walk a straight line, so not too bad. And she knew now Elara could match Jaxo shot for shot, which was fun information and had definitely increased Jaxo's opinion of the Havoc medic.
They'd turned down the hallway to Jaxo's place, Jorda now leaning on Elara while Jaxo punched in her access code--it took two tries, Maybe she was more plastered than she showed--when Keme's datapad beeped. She glanced at it out of habit.
Medcenter alert.
The pleasant alcohol buzz was gone.
She didn't open the message but its mere arrival was a reminder of reality.
Later. I'll deal with it after we leave. It still felt like her datapad was burning a hole in her pocket. She shook it off and followed the others into Jaxo's place. There was still the harsh reality of she couldn't do anything(except pace a groove in the hall), anyway.
"Hey. "Jorda's hand settled heavy on her shoulder. "You're amazing, y'know?" She blinked like a newly-sighted loth-kitten. "J'st amazing. Savin' our butts on Quesh? The Gauntlet? Amazing," she proclaimed with all the gravitas of an emphatic drunk.
"Thank you, Jorda," Keme said with a chuckle.
Elara materialized, gently tugging on Jorda's arm. "I think it would be best for you to lie down a bit, Corporal. Jaxo said you can use her bed, come on."
"Well, this was fun," Keran drawled as Keme joined her and Jaxo. "'Specially now that you've guaranteed I'll get heckled for the next month."
"Hey," Jaxo said with a grin and shrug. "If your Navy buddies can't drink a sweet little thing like me under the table, that's their problem, not yours. You heckle them right back."
Keran laughed. "Good plan. On that note, I better get going. We ship out late tomorrow, so I should work on sleeping off the incoming hangover. See ya 'round, Jaxo, Major."
"Later, Keran," Jaxo said, turning to Keme as Keran headed out. "Glad you made it. Even if it took a while for you to get in the spirit."
"I did need the distraction," Keme allowed, trying not to dwell on the medcenter alert. "Sorry I was a bit of a drag."
"Hey." Jaxo shrugged. "While I'm of a mind we should enjoy the good times when she get 'em, you had a pretty decent reason for that being tricky." She hesitated a moment, smile tugging her lips, then, "I gotta ask, this XO of yours... wouldn't happen to be the grumpus watchin' your six when we worked together, would it?"
Keme huffed a laugh. "Yeah. He's good at it."
"'Course he is." Jaxo snickered and sobered. "Well, I wish him a speedy recovery. And maybe Havoc can wrap this war up quick for us, huh?"
"You lookin' to swap for a desk job, Sergeant?" Keme teased.
Jaxo barked a laugh. "Please. I'd go insane inside a month." Her gaze flicked to the side as Elara rejoined them. "Am I gonna need to clean any of my stuff?"
Elara shook her head. "Not so far. But I would advise making sure she stays hydrated."
Jaxo gave a mock salute. "Aye, aye." She flopped back on the couch. "I'll let you two go. Thanks for coming."
"Yeah, sure," Keme said with a wave as she and Elara made for the door. "Thanks for the invite."
"Anytime, Major," Jaxo called after them just before the door closed.
They had to keep an eye for gangsters and so didn't have time for conversation until they were in the speeder back to the Senate district.
"Glad you went?" Elara asked lightly.
"Yeah. Needed the distraction," Keme said even as she dug out her datapad and pulled up the unread message. "Unfortunately, reality is persistent and has really bad timing..." She only skimmed the first couple sentences before handing the datapad to Elara. "Medcenter alert. You're better with parsing the jargon than I am."
One corner of Elara's mouth twitched and she took the datapad, lips moving silently as she read. "It's a treatment update... they were able to repair the retinal damage with no scarring..."
Good the squad sniper's vision isn't compromised, Keme thought sardonically, something tight easing in her chest.
"...they did have to amputate, the requisition for a cybernetic leg is attached. Being in SpecForce, particularly Havoc, that should be filled by end of day tomorrow; Command will want their top unit at full strength ASAP..." she read further. "...overall prognosis is good; full recovery and return to duty within two standard weeks."
"That fast?!" Keme blurted. She wanted Jorgan back, no question, but not because the medcenter rushed him out the door.
"The miracle of kolto," Elara said, shutting down the datapad and handing it back.
"And skilled medical personnel, and you," Keme added, tucking the datapad away. The tightness in her chest and gut eased further.
Elara arched a brow. "Wouldn't I fall under 'skilled medical personnel'?"
"No, 'cause you saved his damn life in the field, without access to all the fancy equipment here, that puts you in a category all your own, Dorne," Keme retorted.
"Don't forget Forex while you're doling out praises," Elara said, glancing at the buildings whizzing by.
"Oh, never. I've already bugged Garza twice about giving him whatever's the best commendation we can wrangle for a droid." Keme smirked a little, toying with the clasps of her jacket. "Squad loyalty and cohesion are grand."
"Your leadership's helped us get there," Elara said. "You're a fine commanding officer, and if I may say so, an even better friend."
"You may, and thank you." Keme shifted in her seat as the speeder pad came into view. "You're a good friend, too, Elara. Right down to talkin' me into girls' night out when I wasn't sure about it."
"That's what friends are for, sir," Elara said as the speeder settled on the pad and they climbed out. "As well as supporting you in rough times," she added when Keme's gaze went toward the medcenter. "Heading back?"
"Just to check in. Then--unless by some miracle the 'no visitors' policy has vanished--it's back to the Starbreaker for some rest."
"Sounds like a plan."
Keme nodded absently. Her bunk on the ship would be more comfortable than a medcenter chair, at least.
And she could always resume counting hallway tiles in the morning.
#queens fic#kementari rand#elara dorne#keme/jorgan#swtor#swtor fic#keme 🤝 tel: thinking elara is the best damn medic in the galaxy#love that keme's all ''we haven't done more than talk/lil flirt idk how serious it is'' when the VERY NEXT romance conversation#is the ''i've been watching your back alright'' + first kiss one#like#keme bABE#if the bragging about sniping range wasn't enough#the Giving You Jewelry should have been#and elara's just enjoying the show like >:3
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On that note where are all my cyborgs at this wonderful Disabilty Pride Month? I'm talking about those of us with brain shunts, with insulin pumps, with prosthetics that need charging, bionic eyes, implants that control seizures, pace makers, anything that makes Luddite philosophers and eugenicists and those who scream about the natural order of things AFRAID when they realize these kinds of things aren't in some futuristic sci-fi transhumanist horror story that's a metaphor for "natural" human resilience but something that is happening RIGHT NOW to REAL LIVING PEOPLE and we are alive and THRIVING by this wonderful technology yet constantly afraid of this technology we're dependent on no longer being supported by the for-profit companies that make it or the technology being damaged or medical or tech infrastructure going down in the supposed revolution because not even the leftists think about us.
Anyway, here's on for us! 🤖
[Image Description: a close-up photo of a pale neck with a tiny, mostly healed pale pink neck incision scar. Being held up near the scar is a medical alert necklace pendant of a classic, boxy robot with a red star with the Rod of Asclepius on it. End I.D.]
#disabilty pride month#cyborg pride 🤖#brain shunt#prosthetics#pace makers#bionic eye#image described#my neuro-ophthalmologist was DELIGHTED when i came in for my post brain surgery followup wearing that robot necklace#medical alert jewelry#insulin pumps#transhumanist horror story#<that's in reference to a previous stupid post#July#mecore
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While you’re criticizing the anti-aging industry (which absolutely should be criticized), keep in mind that Botox has legitimate medical uses, and is not solely employed to diminish wrinkles. I received Botox treatments in my leg when I was eight years old to help with my cerebral palsy. When I explained this to my peers, they all made fun of me for being a third grader who had Botox, because when they asked their parents about it, their parents told them it as for vain old ladies. How we talk about medical treatments matters.
#had my first treatment on halloween#lying in the hospital bed dressed like The Snow Queen from the hans christian anderson fairytale#(really just a mass of white and blue polyester with plastic snowflake jewelry)#anyway. that’s what I think about when I think about botox#there’s probably many other medical treatments that have legitimate uses other than anti-aging
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Etsy | Ig | TT
#pastel#menhera#handmade#polymer clay#pastel goth#yumekawaii#yamikawaii#creepy cute#tweth#teeth jewelry#medical jewelry#bandages#zombie
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see the longer I play with my understanding of my transmasc experience and dysphoria, the more I grapple with the conflict between mocking fragile masculinity for refusing to allow the use of 'feminine' things vs knowing more and more keenly how much dysphoria I would and do get whenever someone associates something I do or use or wear with femininity. and no amount of people insisting that using "feminine" things doesn't invalidate someone's gender, man or otherwise, seems to have any impact on that dysphoria
we do need to untangle cultural perceptions of masculine vs feminine and respect for a person's gender, manhood in particular in this discussion, but I almost feel like knowing that means it's my responsibility to refuse to engage with those ideas for my own gender — and the problem is that knowing this is not the common understanding means knowing that other people *will* associate my use of feminine things as some sort of contradiction with any masculinity I may wish to express or identify with, and no amount of understanding the concepts and holding the principles can erase the revulsion and pain and fear I feel at the thought of people associating me with some concept of womanhood that I adamantly *do not experience or identify with.* fuck.
#I don't think I can be free of the trappings of fragile masculinity#until such a time that flouting them *won't* directly result in my transmasc identity & experience being disrespected#and especially as I cannot medically transition the way I want to#my expression and presentation is the *only* way to give people any impression of masculinity about me#and so choosing to incorporate things consider unmasculine into those just. fucks me up I guess#all this brought about bc I've decided I want some sort of bag to carry a notebook +pencils etc around in#but I am not willing to carry a purse. and so the thought occurred to me to look up masculine messenger bags or something#immediately triggering a mocking thought about fragile masculinity#followed by. all of this.#this sucks. I hate it here.#can we fix masculinity so I don't have to be afraid of people misgendering me more for carrying a purse or something#tbh making it alt has allowed me to feel comfortable with stuff like makeup & jewelry bc alt fashion is often tied to gender nonconformity#but for the life of me I can't figure out how to make a purse definitively alt. so I want to look up stupid masculine bags#the thing is I don't *want* a huge backpack! a mid-sized purse type would suit the practical need!#I just will throw up if people see me carrying a purse and form any sort of association with nonmasculinity because of it!! fuck!!!#x: axel talks#I'm sorry y'all I just keep having more and more feelings about this and I have no fucking clue where else to go with it#well I guess I have my queer support group this week actually that might be the perfect place for it#I just. need to excise it sooner than that. I will burst if I have to suppress it much longer
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I did it lol
I kinda love??? It’s fun lol
#the censor is because idk what’s sensitive info so I’m just censoring anything with words or numbers lol#I don’t take these meds anymore I just take CBD oil cause trying to take them every day was borderline traumatic lol#handmade jewelry#they’re attached with thread cause idk how else to attach them lol#punk#punk diy#cripple punk#punk fashion#diy punk#punk style#cpunk#medication#medicine#cw medication#we vibe lol#🪲
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If I'm gonna craft to cope might as well make coping themed crafts 🙃
I put these ones up on Etsy if anyone wants aggressively colourful mental illness merch.
#mental health#mental illness#adhd#depression#anxiety#medication#actuallyadhd#actually adhd#meds#actuallyborderline#actually bpd#seasonaldepression#seasonal affective disorder#crafts#jewelry#handmade#halogen
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in my experience archaeologists are mostly concerned with what grains you had in your diet
#this IS about gender post#sometimes it’s like… i think people think the field is way more Objective truth. than it is.#addendum: also the origins and methods of producing your jewelry and artisanal grave goods#and of course if you have experienced any medical interventions
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The strangest thing for me so far about being read as a man in public is that people assume I'm athletic, or at least have a base level of physical competence. Presumably some of this is because of my build. I'm slim and fairly compact, which when I was being read as female was interpreted entirely differently and led to things like older men refusing to let me hold doors for them.
When Nik and I were on our way back from vacation, the nice lady checking us in at the airport noticed we had a very tight connection between our flights due to some weather delays, and she looked at me and asked, "can you run pretty fast?" I was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered enough to laugh and point out that Nik is half a foot taller than me and in fact all of that is leg. (Other reasons Nik is faster than me include my asthma, my being a lifelong indoor kid with weak ankles, and the fact that at the time I was barely 6 weeks recovered from top surgery.) The check-in attendant pivoted, saying to Nik, "Okay then, give him your bag and run for it."
Afterward, waiting in line for security, I marveled to Nik that this person had assumed I was the athletic one, and Nik said, "It's your male privilege." And they were being a bit facetious but I think they still got to the heart of the matter; the check-in attendant looked at the two of us, decided I was the man in the situation, and extrapolated from that that I was the most likely to sprint for the gate.
Meanwhile every time we go hiking, Nik hands me whatever they're carrying, says "Take this, it's holding me back," and goes crashing off into the underbrush and/or nearest body of water.
#me posts#gender musings#i also got asked to help get someone's bag down on the airplane and had to explain that i couldn't raise my arms that high#that's never happened to me before! i'm 5'5"!!#see also: the time a customer at the pawn shop assumed i used my employee discount on jewelry#despite the fact that i was not wearing any jewelry aside from a medic alert bracelet#she had decided that i was a woman and therefore enjoyed jewelry to the exclusion of anything else i might spend a paycheck on#such as flannel shirts
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These wooden Bleeding Heart Earrings are 2.5 inches in length and are .75 inches wide. They feature vintage medical illustrations, red glass beads, and make a great gift for a medical student or as the perfect accessory for a Goth Wedding.
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