Nov. 21st, 2008

I ran out of co-op enviro detergent and decided to use that bottle of "Rain-Fresh Sunlight" that's been sitting on my shelf since someone left it here.

Now my clothes stink of chemicals.

What is so wrong with just "soap in a bottle," that makes detergentists think that chemical stink is a selling feature?
Just now, I was pondering getting some tattoos.

One, reading "registered mutant " with a number below it. A signifier for finishing transition. Likely on my hip; somewhere you'd expect an impersonal government agency to mark you so they can ID you if they really have to, but not so it shows in public.

A second, some sort of signifier of the victory over the CFS which I presume we will have in January. On my arm. The same sort of place you'd expect an authourity-based uniform stripe, or a regimental tattoo. (A regimental tattoo? Ironically, the Fed business was stressful but something you can safely walk away from, being a tranny though, that can get you killed)

And maybe a third one for the end of the renaming ritual. In a ritual-epistemological sense, I'm not actually alive y'know? Or at least I'm haunted.



But wait, I think, Do I want to do something that permanent to my body?

Because I'd never do anything weird and permanent to my body y'know? Can you think of even one example where I...?

...

No. Wait. That makes no sense at all.

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