TIME TO UPDATE THESE SHENANIGANS
So, since the old description was getting, well, old, I figured I needed an updated version.
The name's Zoë, or Reagan, depending on who you are. Both of them are my names, both of them work fine.
This blog containst metric fucktons of profanity, feminism, trans feminism, and all-around badassery, as well as my own personal musings as a trans woman coming of age. I just turned 21, as well as just started hormones, so there's a link down below that's all about my transition.
If you're into Warhammer and tabletop stuff, there's another link down there that shows all of my own work, although in fairness, I've been on a yearlong hiatus from that, so it probably won't be getting updated any time soon. I also have a personal blog here.Also, I'm raising money for laser hair removal, so if you guys could help out, that would be much appreciated!
In short, have fun, stick around, stay safe, and make good choices. And don't forget to fight the good fight!
It needed to be said, since I’m tired of every conversation about our comic (on other sites) devolving into discussion of my crotch giblets.
Of course, that comes with the huge caveat that I am personally an open book, but that’s only when asked directly and within context (i.e., the subject of my crotch has been brought up, by us). Otherwise, it’s needlessly invasive, objectifying, and rarely comes from a place of genuine understanding. And that’s my liberal take on the subject. Imagine a trans* person who is as private as any other person or isn’t “out” or experiences dysphoria with their bodies.
This is a lesson lots of people need to learn: don’t be a Katie Couric.
Feeling really dysphoric about everything right now. My mom made it about 20 times worst and almost convinced me to spend $30 on a voice training app because apparently my voice sounds masculine and I need to fix it.
She doesn’t take into account that my voice changes when I’m tired and/or uncomfortable in a situation, and I’m never comfortable around her.