Thursday, December 1, 2016

Work Nov/30th/2016

Even though we got slammed today, and I was hungry and my mouth was hurting from being so dry, and I was thirsty- I didn't get mad. Has my anger lessened? 


I somehow doubt it. I got antsy Tuesday. I didn't get angry, though. My boss kept running around like a chicken with his head cut off, he even spun around once in place. It was sort of absurd. I hope I don't get like that if I continue to work here... 

Next year after Con I'll need to start looking for a second part-time job. This may indeed be my very last con. I'm sure health care will cost SOMETHING unfortunately and on my current income it isn't going to be enough, probably at least. 

I'm currently obsessed with Priapus, haha. I know it's a type of yaoi hentai but the first time I read it I got super hot and bothered. 

Thank God for this Benzocaine. I know that it's probably bad if swallowed, so instead of swallowing I spit my saliva out as much as I can until the numbing has disappeared. 

My skittery kittery Luna is being super talkative today. She hadn't been in my room at night or during the day for a couple days. Now she's back to being up my butt, and she even proceeded to bother my mom while I was at work.

My ex-mentor, now just close friend had another heart attack last week. I'm glad his wife red-eye flighted it down here to be with him. I've begged God not to take him away, and yet these problems still continue. They put in another splint because more of his arteries were found blocked. They also told him to stop smoking. He quit cold turkey that day. 

I can't wait for Con. It's the only thing that's worth looking forward to. This year there'll probably be no Christmas. I won't have a new binder to go and visit people with on either. The 3x isn't tight enough. I need a 2x, which I'll be getting used but its better than nothing. I want to get a packer; harness first I guess.

Mom talked about getting my name changed legally. It's still new to be called by it. Matt feels good, Mattius is a bit fancy but it's okay, I think; better than just a simplistic name. But why Mattius? Is what I ask myself. I've gone by other masculine names. I can't remember all of them, there wasn't many. Does Matt fit me? Do I look like a Matt? There are other names out there. If I make this one permanent, I will never change it again. I may change my last name someday, just because I'm a weird video game nerd and that blonde man with those nice muscles and pure red eyes will always intrigue me. 

It's funny. Something I've sort of come back to. A video game, I liked, but many others did not. Would anyone get the reference, or would they actually believe me? It's a little reminiscent of the past, of the, roleplays and fanfiction but it's powerful and sexy. 

I got to see what Phalloplasty looks like. It's strange. Unfortunately, it doesn't look exactly like a real penis- maybe it'll look better after the surgical tattooing is done? It was pre. Whatever surgeon he used for the top surgery did a great job. It looks wonderful.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

America's Last Year

I voted Bernie.

I voted Hillary.

The electoral college voted Trump.

Riots are out right now, breaking the silence.

We the people didn't vote for Cheeto-Hitler.

Hate has won.

Just like it won with Hitler's regime.

God save the women, the LGBT community, the youth, the other races.

As for me, I will never go back in the closet.

I'm proud of who I am.

I am a man. I was never a woman. I was never a girl. I've always been this way.

This is me.

It's how I feel.

Ever since my name, Matt was said by my family and a few others I've felt happy.

My depression has lessened.

I'm heading up the hill, from the downslope; I'll get there someday.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Addressing me

I've been on the better side of the scale but I keep feeling like depression is creeping right up behind me, and I want to scream and run away from it.

I'm trying.

I'm trying so hard to fight my thoughts.

I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid of depression and I... I want it to leave.

But I'm hurting and.. my eyes are tearing up.

I can't keep eating pasta, and bread and all these carbohydrates! 

But it's all we can afford. 

I hate it!

And I was so happy when Matt became my name.

But it's not enough.

I can't stand being called Amanda at work, and she, and her.

My binders too big. I need a smaller one, but they cost so much.

I'm not a girl damn it!

I hate my ovaries!

I hate my breasts!

I hate my uterus!

They are ugly, horrendous things that need to go.


Friday, October 14, 2016

Inner thoughts

After completely swearing off even trying to find a relationship the circles come full roundness... uh, what?

Doesn't matter.

I know that the two guys I still find extremely attractive, and several others are all taken, and that's okay. There's nothing wrong with a bit of fantasizing as long as they're not married.

Noted in my book.

God dangit my hands are cold!!!

Mostly my right hand, haha.

Uhm... let me think...

I don't have much of an update for this post, even though its been awhile. 


SO THIS IS HERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!

Arin's shooten his lazers.

I've started figuring out my body a bit better and TMI probably but I think if I push my thinking forward I can keep myself from having my period. 

The problem with thought bodily blocking is it has to be constant, letting my guard down and giving in even for a moment means that it could hit.

But i'm really happy that i've figured out a part of myself.

FtM, with the name of Matt.


Saturday, September 10, 2016

Christianesque Hospitals and Doctors under oath // Ranting // A Life of Unfortunate Events

Don't like em.

Want to get rid of my breasts. 

Want to get my tubes tied.

I'M NOT HAVING CHILDREN, EVER!

Who even has the funds for such a thing?

And why would I WANT that amount of pain?

I wouldn't.

I don't.

I don't want the bullshit pain I have from my body parts right now.

ALSO, I'm about to lose every cent I make probably having to buy stupid insurance next year, ON MY BIRTHDAY! What kind of bullshit is this?

I haven't even started college, that's just pointless- I mean, why should I even try when I'm stuck as this fucking fat bimbo? 

This isn't me

This isn't what I want anymore.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Sweet dreams are made of these....

So, another one of these AMAZING FREAKING DREAMS! :D Guest appearance by my mentor, lol. This is what I can remember; mentor was rubbing and sucking my tits in front of my boss, who was laying on my old bed at my grandparents' house. BOY did my grandmother exceptionally hate what I was doing with him. She kept coming in and trying to stop me but eventually just left for work, grandpa was busy sleeping. The bedroom door finally got shut. The boss called me beautiful while we had previously been just laying on the bed together. I sucked him and licked up and down his member before I got on him and rode for a little bit. He took over before cumming inside of me. 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

I don't feel well

All we've really got left in the house is carbohydrates, and those make me tired. I literally fell asleep earlier, around about 7:30, I wanna say. Someone also turned off my light and killed my alarm; THANKS FOR NOTHING. Not only is my sleep ruined, I also feel extremely not well. I just want to be in a more realistic home; not around drinkers or smokers. I want to laugh daily, and be happy. I'm sick of being sick and tired. I'm done calling for help. I'm done just... I wanna be home, in heaven. Not here on Earth where everything is constant pain and suffering. I miss being with someone, I miss their love and care. I miss a secure and healthy life. I miss being a child. I miss being innocent. I miss not having to worry. And I'm just so exhausted... I'm tired of routine. There is no cure for what I have. I will never be something, I will always be ... Me.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

JackSepticDreams

Well, how very unordinary. This dream wasn't sexual or romantic at all. It was extremely weird tbh. Well, about the only thing close to sexual was that I was sitting on Jack's lap a few different times; but only to record him playing some game. The dreams a bit blurry already. Probably because I only got six hours of sleep so far. What else do I remember? I remember at one point there was this huge party going on. There were these alcoholic bubble like shots in a bowl on the table. Jack stayed with me for like three days, I do believe, which ended on a Sunday. I'm 65.9 % sure that we hung out and laid down on a bed together, clothed obvs. 

Monday, August 1, 2016

SomeOrdinaryDreams

Had my first SOG/Mutahar dream! NSFW, obvs. He had a long cock, haha. It was sad at the end though. I caught a mew on Pokemon go. Then Pokemon became all virtual reality real-esque. And my shitty monthly got in, probably why my dream went sour.