laying on the operating table for bottom surgery as my surgeon spins a huge wheel of genitals that lands on “? MYSTERY PRIZE ?” just as the anesthesia knocks me out.

i ran into chemodoll in the street, much prettier in person, very approachable too. apparently if you’re a single woman in nyc you can just, ask for her number? and she’ll take you out on a date and pay for everything. crazy stuff.

my biggest impact on the internet? heh, the friends i made along the way…

yes i am mtftftftftftftftftf. it took a few tries, okay?

becoming a “pack of twenty black t shirts” kinda person for the time being #direstraits

i like socks, i do, but often i find myself wishing the big toe was separated from the little piggies. today, my dream came true. the big toe has it’s own designated sock area for all the big business. i’ve never felt more efficient.

i wish i had three boobs. i have all this extra space because of my stupid goddamn ribs anyways why not make use of it.

it’s kinda cute and funny when you’re initially gonna hook up with someone and ur both just like, “do you wanna hang out instead because this is silly and i think you’re cool”

im like, really really addicted to making women feel good, even if it’s at my expense or if i get nothing in return. the dichotomy is crazy.

happy 300* followers my fellow chemo dolls *follower count subject to increase exponentially as a result of this tweet

someone sent me a voice note which is so cute. but then i remembered i can’t really send one back unless the evil monster living in my voice box comes out and gets me… fuck my stupid bruh girl life

i am sorry for putting that on ur tl. how you feel about SRS is something that comes to each of us in our own way, it took me a long time to understand myself and what i wanted. there’s a lot of noise out there, but whatever happens i will still love you and it does not define u.

i’m like an older sister who punches you pretty hard sometimes but she’s still really cool

i actually sincerely hate you a lot.

my favorite jane remover song, turnip or die

how it feels to listen to audrey hobert

I. LOVE. REDDIT.