Teisel vs. Beanbag Chair!

This isn't a very exciting battle. Teisel keeps staring at the hollow my body left in the black phur bag, looking like he wants to sit in it. Occasionally, he moves as if he might poke it, but knows that won't end well. So far, I haven't actually seen him try to put his weight on it. I have, however, seen the kitten do it (in as much as you can see the all-black furry kitten on the all-black phurry chair) without ill effect.

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Transgender man elected mayor of small Oregon town.

Tha part of this that fascinates me the most (aside from the overall awesomeness of it) is guy's sense of identity, which is as a man that looks like a woman. Among trannies, there is such an enormous range of identities. Just when you think you have something down, someone shows up to throw you off course. I spent yesterday yammering on to someone about how it was greatly about brain chemicals. Sometimes, a biological woman has the internal hardwiring of a man. Can we say that about this guy? Is he in denial? Is his hardwiring midway between a man's and a woman's? Should we even care?
I love variety.

Cool thing of the moment

WHen I look out my window, the scene, the textures --a tree covered in red and yellow leaves, grey shingles on a shed, a weathered fence-- are shifting in three perfectly straight bars. Why? I've got a dreamcatcher on my window with mirrors dangling from it, and the reflections of the outside are reflecting back to me on the window. Twice, in fact, since it's a double-paned window.