Jack JR Swisher, transfender man 🖊️🇺🇦
Seasons&Stars Studios creator. He/him, 32 year old pansexual, trans FTM, autistic. Award winning novelist/fur father. Happily not single. 8 niblings, no joke. Tangerine Tojo is evil! Patreon: patreon.com/JRSwisher
- I want to be rid of my tits so bad. My problem is I don’t want surgery, either. I want them to shrink on their own and they’re…not. I can’t even take testosterone because of the goddamn Nazis in charge. Being reminded that I have them…it’s the worst outside the bedroom. I wish they’d just go away.
- Moanie loves to rub her face and head on my boobs. Which activates my shame and gender dysphoria. I kid you not, every time she does it I want to puke from the shame and disgust I feel from her doing that.
- I’m making one of my favorite dishes this morning - jambalaya! The famous dish of New Orleans, Cajun style.
- It looks like ICE has left my area for now. I haven’t been that anxious in years! Keeping my guard up.
- I used to pretend my suicidal fantasies of sacrificing my life to save others was noble. After all, if I could save another person by standing in front of the danger, wouldn’t that be a worthy cause? Bullshit. That’s what it was, absolute delusional bullshit. That’s not noble.
- There’s an ICE raid in a college town less than an hour away from me. I could be next. You’ll know if ICE got me because I’ll post this emoji: ❄️
- A cis man offered to help me with my groceries and I told him to leave me alone. Why? Because I handled the situation and he’s one of those who thinks just because I have tits means I’m a helpless waif. No, I’m not! How dare he condescend to me when I’m perfectly capable of doing it alone!
- Once again, my Steel proved his badassery in the snow. He really lives up to his name. It helps that he has amazing tires, but still. He’s making winter his bitch.
- I’m so damn mad. My boss expects my work partner and me to do her job and cover her shift. I’m not staying here! I have my elderly dog to take care of! That means I’m driving, either to get him and stay overnight or to go home and do right by him. The first option? Not happening.