If you're leaving what's the issue exactly? There are countless people who are incompetent at being a proper boss or client. You can try to educate them. If they're power tripping it's best to find something new.
Regarding communication I think the most important skill is to actually say what you want to say. What your needs are. It sounds obvious and easy but once you consciously try it you'll see that it takes a lot of practice.
The issue is that being indirect or expecting people to just get it just doesn't work. There aren't many people out there who are that sensitive and insightful, and they'll just keep filling in the gaps with their own perspective again and again. Even when you are being direct they will, but at least it gives someone the opportunity to think about it and possibly adjust. Most people mean well.
For me it didn't get better, until it did. Patience is key.
The next generation has some poker scenes. There's one episode where they are stuck in a simulation of a casino and can't escape.
That I'm a gay n word. Like, I am neither so what's up with that? He quickly biked off and I couldn't get him to clarify.
Recognizing how my desires are never truly satisfied, and they cause me suffering. How they constantly shift and always want more. In other words I let go of my judgment and accept what I see. That doesn't mean I don't judge it at all or don't change it. It just means I'm not attached to the desire to change things. It's just a feeling, and I can act on it, but it's a conscious decision rather than a habit.
Feels a bit like that one time a meat eater accused me of drinking soy milk, because apparently that's causing deforestation. She seemed to forget that livestock eat a great amount of soy.
They always have their cherry picked excuses.
It's two weeks or so for me. Currently going through that again. Actually in Juli it was all gone, and it was such a great relief. Then it came back with a vengeance. So I started boymoding and not using makeup. Big mistake. It's better to just accept it and continue being yourself. What a nightmare!
I've been intensively studying A1 French in my current camp east of Antwerp, as I'll be entering Wallonia next week and then France soon after that. I wonder what French people sound like when they have a stuffed nose.
Ah sorry I thought you meant hanging out with someone is work, rather than finding new people.
Just because you think you have a good grip on reality, doesn't mean you do. Perhaps you don't fully understand the situation. Maybe the trolley will come to a halt on its own unless you pull the lever. See realpolitik and ww1.
I remember tencent being on stage at a game dev conference and talking like they'd offer anyone a boatload of cash, around 2009. The room went eerily silent, it was creepy!
Also, I've had guests from all over the world and I've always asked them for a positive and a negative thing about the place they're from, so I can get an idea. It was only the Chinese and Russians who acted like their home countries were absolutely perfect, and they literally couldn't name one thing. Talking politics was considered rude, and they felt it's better if someone else is in control.
Ugh, had to wear male clothes because it was quite cold and I can't afford anything. Went to lots of second hand stores and of the little that fit, I just felt it looked terrible. So, boymoding it was.
Over time it really eats away at me, and I just dissociate. And now I have to heal it again. I'll be so happy once I had this all behind me. I at least managed to find something unisex and I tossed the male clothes.
Buy ya, after that ordeal, another. Got lasered, and it makes me look like I have facial hair tattooed on or something for about two weeks. Can't wear makeup.
Can't wait to exit terminator mode.
On the positive side, I'm currently staying in some family's garden in Belgium and they're super supportive. And last week I was in another Belgian family's garden and they were, too. The hrt also remains solid every single day and I don't understand how I ever survived without it.
Started on my journey to Turkey yesterday! Gonna get my hair fixed there.
Yea I'm from a rural village in the Netherlands. Tell me about it 😭
It's good for all of us to be privacy literate, given that things can take a turn for the worse in many places, or already are bad. There was a post a few days ago that highlighted how the vast majority of trans people rely on internet access 🤔
I'll start by saying that matrix seems to be a solid solution for communication, and tor for accessing information. It's worth it to get familiar with them before you need them yourself, but also to understand them as a community so we can support each other globally 🏳️⚧️
I am also wondering if any of you are familiar with getting around network restrictions. For example a DIY mesh network? 📡
Don't give up. Eat your breakfast. Be ready to open the door. Sometimes I just can't take it anymore. A shoe lace here, a shoe lace there, all tangled up and poor.
I ruminate in the deepest point of darkness. In the eye of the singularity and at the heart of warmth. Thuds of fire strike upon the distant shore.
I pull and I pull, but I cannot free my neck. And my face runs pale, and my experience runs thin. I gasp for air, and I let it in.
An oasis in my breath. The orange of orange juice. And I, and I can be found in the blue sky, by the grace one cannot lose.
When last night I lay in pain, I snapped this just for you, as the moon came.
Hey lovelies, open question: Are any of you into self defense and do you want to share something with the rest of us?
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I was at this fry shop today and the owner was teaching his new minions how to make what I had ordered. He said sir in the background. Well, I'm used to it, so whatever, I plopped my butt down and waited for that golden finger lickin' goodness.
Eventually the guy awkwardly comes to the front through a door. Acts out of place. Says something nice to this person and that person, dunno what he was up to at first so I just did my thing.
At some point he works up the courage and walks up to me and makes some small talk. Then he asked me my pronouns, so I'm like she/her. He apologized that he misgendered me before and called me adorable! 😭
Now, just yesterday someone called me a trannie before riding off on his bicycle, but that's a story for another time. Safe to say I'm a fair Claire ⭐
I mean, whenever I hear an alarm I ignore it, because I just hear it so often. But what if instead we used these types of alarms for real emergencies? For example a personal alarm to protect yourself.
As far as I'm concerned this is a free speech comment section. Just don't forget the people who might be reading this and the beelaw.
If you are having issues finding housing as a trans person or would like to help others, consider joining this new matrix chat room.
I’ve recently been helping some folks with their housing needs and thought that creating a network could be incredibly helpful. By pooling our resources, whether it’s sharing links, tips, or even just advice, we can support each other more effectively. ❤️
We have a privacy-focused collaborative document to organize our resources and ideas. It'll grow over time. 📄
Let’s make this a supportive space for everyone! 🌸
Sharing and updoots appreciated! !bee flag trans emoji
Do you deserve free time and freedom? And what about love? ❤️
Mine is crunchy dark chocolate muesli with milk and a bit of sugar.
Hey just an update, as I made a post Thursday a week ago that was quite heavy, and I felt it would be unfair to leave that hanging.
I've finally gone on hrt and I feel amazing. In a terrible kind of way. Like still totally depressed, numb, concentration issues and the like but in a feeling fantastic kind of way.
Last Monday I broke a vase. I left it like that until today. I tidied up, cleaned up, moved furniture, cried cuz of music, hung pictures on the wall which I wanted to do for years, apologized to a friend, unpacked more of my stuff. I rewarded myself by going out and getting a pizza. I clicked with everyone it was fantastic.
While I was biking home I realized that I knew I wouldn't be tired. I wouldn't have to retreat into a dark corner with my phone, pushing away hours hoping for my stamina to return.
Hormones work. I still can't believe it. I still can't believe I am a woman. I still can't believe that I can decide what I'll do tomorrow. I still can't believe that this is what life is like for most poeple. Ya'll doing a bunch of drugs 24 7 essentially. And this goes on for the rest of my life? Omg
Edit: this song
I'm making a necklace from silver wire and a decently sized green agate. It's for my lovely sister. There will be a tree from the silver wire going over the stone, it's a pattern you see around sometimes.