In Accordance to Rainbows.
I am Mitchel. 21 years on me. INFP, Pan, transgender, genderqueer and male. I like dinosaurs, kittens, rainbows, and hugs. I post a lot of Homestuck, and the rest is whatever I feel like (aka: what leaves me giggling for hours). You may know me as that awkward Tavros cosplayer, or as the nerdy transboy who trips a lot and has a speech impediment. I also am super involved in the trans community outside of tumblr, so my ask box is always open on that subject if you need a buddy <3.
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A balanced diet ala: “Oh shit it’s finals week and I have $60 more than I need on my meal plan”
My roommate left for the weekend. We hung a chandelier made of forks above her bed.
remember this?
My roommate left for the weekend. We hung a chandelier made of forks above her bed.
I want to focus on the awesomeness of a chandelier of forks but I’m really concerned with what appears to be a tarantula on the ceiling…
That is Fitzwilliam, our pet spider :3 (it’s a toy).
My roommate left for the weekend. We hung a chandelier made of forks above her bed.
Adventures of living on an “All-girl” floor.
As someone who identifies as mostly male, living on a floor designated “female” is a bit awkward. I have to share my showers and toilets with 40 young ladies. I am constantly uncomfortable, and spend as little time as I can manage wandering the floor. I will shower at 1 or 2 in the morning to avoid others. I rush in and out of the bathroom. It’s not very easy for me, but living here sometimes makes me laugh.
I appear to be a somewhat butch lesbian. I don’t do anything to discourage this assumption with my rainbow shoelaces, and rainbow studded belt that I wear almost every day. I speak openly about my involvement in PRIDE, talk about cute girls as I wander campus, and display a Safe-zone sticker on my door. This of course makes some of the girls on my floor a bit wary to be around me (because FACT: all lesbians want in YOUR pants). I really want to mess with them by either claiming to be completely straight, or by always walking down the hall holding hands with a random girl.
Thankfully, I’m not the only queer person on the floor, the young lady two doors down is bi, and we hang out from time to time. Today, I had to bite my tongue to keep from giggling, as she expressed her joy over finally having a female friend— Me. I wanted to go up to her and say, ”You still don’t, honey”.
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