I think the closest thing to a show that I "follow" (as in, watch episodes semi-regularly as they come out) is my WWE nonsense. Otherwise, I tend to watch The Good Place when I see new episodes pop up on Hulu. Otherwise, nada.

I have a particular fondness for 'faygeleh.'

I get migraines (and vertigo). The easiest-to-note cause is a lack of caffeine, but it's also brought on by fluorescent lights (if I'm already experiencing other ~mysterious symptoms~) and air pressure changes.

I'm conversational in American Sign Language (though am super rusty at the moment due to a lack of anyone to talk to).

I would love to wake up fluent in ASL, Hebrew, and either Spanish or German. It's tough to decide between them (though I'd probably go Spanish for the sake of it being very useful in my line of work).

I really love bracelets and sometimes earrings on myself, or very long, dangling necklaces (which is probably why I want a body chain so bad). On other guys, it really depends on the person. I think bracelets look good on everyone, and in general if you have the comfort and attitude to pull off whatever you're wearing, it'll probably look good.

I don't really socialize with trans men, directly. Not by choice or anything, that's just how it's gone thus far. I know one trans guy in person, but we met in a support group and largely see each other in that context. But then online, I don't actually talk to anyone one-on-one. It's more generalized void-shouting and responses to void-shouting, so I'd hesitate to consider those "conversations," which unfortunately leaves me with a trans guy shaped hole in my proper social life.

This has been sitting in my inbox because I've had trouble thinking of a defined style or a way to describe it, and what I've landed on is a very fat-positive, hard femme style. Fiercely androgynous. I've always been drawn to that style, and I've always loved it on men, specifically. I'd like to bring aspects of it (colors / makeup / jewelry) into a business-casual style, for my professional life, and then get really out-there with my casual attire (I'd love to get some tiny shorts or a tight romper with cute boots and a body chain for summer, UGH).

This year, I'd planned a party for my birthday, but wound up getting really bad anxiety. So I "cancelled" my birthday party and had a "regular Saturday party" in its place, which was really fun and might become a new tradition.

My birthday usually depresses the fuck out of me, but I still like trying to celebrate myself, and that seems as good a time as any. I love celebrating other peoples' birthdays, though.

My immediate response to this was a little depressing, so I'm going with something fun instead:

The greatest torture for me, personally, would be trapped in an eternal groggy morning, forever getting to the coffee pot just after the last cup has been taken. Over and over, I'll set up a fresh pot to brew, only to find that it's always empty by the time I get to it. Absolute hell.

Alternately, you know those dreams where you really need to use the restroom, but you can't find a single working toilet? That.