Prefers masculine pronouns. Queer transguy. I like to sew. I like to art. I like to cosplay. Apparently I am good at the advice thing, so feel free to ask me anything.
Today, I do the mock-up for my bustier for my Elsa cosplay. Because something that fits so snug and needs to hold stuff in place actually needs a mock-up. God help us all. Thank god for fabric stashes and the fact that I have a bajillion yards of cheap muslin for just such an occasion.
I don’t go running because I want to be thin.
I go running because
and tell you
this is literally my favorite running post of all time. hands down.
of all the so-called inspirational posts about runing, this one makes me want to pick up running most.
Oh, Sunday I fulfilled my quota for this month for making my grandparents uncomfortable by being the radical, degenerate queer of the family.
>wanna go out for dinner for your birthday?
>How about Applybys?
>there’s actually a place that just opened up in town that has excellent sushi, how about there?
>dad invites all grandparents without informing me
>shows up in chest binder and button-down thinking it’s going to be me and dad
>grandparents elderly, unadventurous white people
>uncomfortable menu-explaining ensues
>dad shows up ten minutes late with girlfriend
>I eat nigiri and maki sushi and he eats yakisoba with chicken
>grandparents get generic stuff because they have no idea what they’re looking at
>everyone but me and dad and his girlfriend leave restaurant slightly unsatisfied with meal
>force-fed deep-fried pistachio ice cream and bananas by staff because am regular who tips well
>bought coffee table, toaster, and non-ugly-palmtree shower curtain with birthday money, confirming to the world that I am indeed an adult now
Elsa Cosplay even more intensive than first anticipated. Still going to do it. I am going to need a truckload of square sequins.