This is a follow up to my previous essay in which I wrote about one week of my trans life in 2025. This is about another week, one that went a bit differently. This was a week of taking power back, although it's not without loss as well. Just know that this essay gets to end in a positive note, unlike the last one. To recap, the local queer bar that is like a second home to me was threatened by a local man who is a self-proclaimed fascist as well as a pedophile. He was kicked out for...

I don't know why this jalapeno farm has haystacks on it. It just seemed like a very "farm" thing when I was writing it.

I really really like page 9's shading a lot. That page was when I was like oh, yes, this is how we're gonna do it.