surgerical

Good things that happen in 2016

-the pandas are off the endangered list
-the new Ghostbusters movie
-kate McKinnon
-having a whole three months of Steven universe
-rebecca surger
-alot of celebs coming out as bi
-including Rebecca suger
-twenty one pilots and Lin-Manuel Miranda were on SNL at the same time simultaneously
-josh dun
-tyler Joseph
-their parents
-Lin-Manuel Miranda
-Im somehow still living

If anyone would like to add they may
IT IS OKAY TO BE AN ATHEIST. YOU DONT HAVE TO USE THE TERM AGNOSTIC OR NON-RELIGIOUS TO SUGAR COAT IT SO IT DOESNT SOUND "AS HARSH". ITS OKAY TO NOT BELIEVE IN GOD OR IN A GOD. IT IS OKAY TO BE ATHEIST. BE PROUD OF WHAT YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU DO OR DO NOT BELIEVE IN. DONT BE ASHAMED BY OTHER PEOPLES NEGATIVE PERCEPTIONS AND NEGATIVE CONDENTATIONS THAT PEOPLE WHO DO NOT UNDERSTAND HAVE GIVEN TO THAT WORD.

not enough non-believers hear this enough to be comfortable with what they are and to voice their honest opinion about what they do or do not believe in

The only problem I have with plastic surgery is that you literally compliment the doctor who cut your bias’ face if you say “Aww!! He/She is soooo pretty!!” It’s way more fascinating for me if people are born with that handsome looks and faces. Idols can get PS of course if they feel better then but then I feel super weird praising their good looks. It’s too ironic for me becausw everyone would look good after a decent PS.

on surgerical lovers (untitled poem)

Section, resection, abscission, enucleation, that incision stapled on your sister’s forehead who smacked into the wall so hard the house shook, when your mother screams as doctors thumbed at lumped masses clinging onto her mammas like stillborns. Surgery was the mirror that bore a nude image of a razor digging deep on the cusp of your breast, unsoiled in spilling blood and planted with fat silicone seeds. Surgery was your boyfriend who told you he wanted to be a pathologist first, with a fever glimmered hot in his eyes, staring at your chest shiny and new with unopened bubble-wrap. Riding the ferris wheel, it was your jaw-clenched tight, wide-eyed and afraid to kiss drunk. Googling the train’s schematic, it was the fear of warmth resonating from twenty-four: air compressor, number seven: cab heater, everything uncommonly, yet humanly, wrong. Like, the time when your boyfriend told you he took his last ex to Berlin, too old to earn the vintage charm of lovers; like the old German building made out the dotted lines of palms, deserving to be kissed for luck harder. Hardest like boiling salt water scalding virgin skin, not to heal but squeeze forks to ease this pain, not to relish but scoop fresh grapes your boyfriend sent bidden in your thighs when he told you. This was it. Sucking a sharp breath as you lay on the operating table, while doctors held up their scalpels and cancer in offering, a seed finally thrusted forth into a bloom collecting pollen.

I figured I’d make my first post on here an introduction of sorts.  I’m 27 years old and have been medically transitioning for nearly 5 years.  Started T in late 2010 as well as had my name changed at that time.  I’ve been saving over the years but have had to go into savings several times to fix problems with my vehicle, move houses, pay unexpected medical expenses, etc.  Life stuff.  Currently I work full time, and have been doing better at saving but would like to supplement that by peddling my wares.  

I am able to knit a variety of items.  Beanies, washcloths, juggling balls, scarves, simple stuffies.  Under the price list I have examples of the beanies and juggling balls I have for sell.  I can do pretty much any color, have a ton of solid colored yarns, as well as quite a bit of variegated (multicolored) yarns.  If something you might like is not listed under the price list message me and we might can work something out.