These Are The Things That Are Happening
I keep promising myself I'm going to make a real update instead of just flogging art and jewelry. Where have my words gone? Any time I try to do more than scrawl a few lines of text on a painting, I get all tongue- and finger-tied.
Thanks to help from some very kind souls, and also due to working our asses off the last couple of weeks, we were able to pay the rent. Here's my basic situation: I own a house that's too big and expensive for me, and on which the mortgage is underwater due to my having bought it in 2007, during the post-Katrina real estate bubble. My mother owns a house across the street that's paid off, which I helped pay for in more prosperous days. Grey rents a smaller house/studio next door to mine, which is where I mostly live these days. I haven't been able to pay my house note in several months, and I'm planning to let the bank foreclose on it, distribute my belongings and cats between my mother's house and the rental, and just live as a renter/bum for a while. It's not ideal, but it's the best solution I can see at the moment. Even that will require hard work, which is fine, and constant scrounging unless something changes, which isn't. We are searching for a way of life that's sustainable, but which we can also enjoy living.
Transition-related things have gone much faster since I switched from testosterone gel to (way cheaper) injectable T. In a female body, I was sometimes thin and sometimes plump, but always small-framed. Over the last few months my upper body has broadened out to the point where I put on a jacket I hadn't worn since last winter and found that it no longer fit me across the back and shoulders. I feel solider (Grey has taken to calling me his little fireplug), more substantial, and a LOT stronger. Legs also. In between these two regions I do seem to be sprouting a little 45-year-old-man-gut, which I guess I ought to do something about, but one thing poverty has taught me is that it's damn hard to eat healthily on the cheap.
Also, noticeable facial hair and (especially over the last two weeks) a lot less "ma'am"-ing.
I think I just used up my allotment of words for the moment. Oh, wait, I did mean to say that I really like getting comments and questions on the paintings. Several people have regretted not being able to bid, but I appreciate the comments nearly as much.
Thanks to help from some very kind souls, and also due to working our asses off the last couple of weeks, we were able to pay the rent. Here's my basic situation: I own a house that's too big and expensive for me, and on which the mortgage is underwater due to my having bought it in 2007, during the post-Katrina real estate bubble. My mother owns a house across the street that's paid off, which I helped pay for in more prosperous days. Grey rents a smaller house/studio next door to mine, which is where I mostly live these days. I haven't been able to pay my house note in several months, and I'm planning to let the bank foreclose on it, distribute my belongings and cats between my mother's house and the rental, and just live as a renter/bum for a while. It's not ideal, but it's the best solution I can see at the moment. Even that will require hard work, which is fine, and constant scrounging unless something changes, which isn't. We are searching for a way of life that's sustainable, but which we can also enjoy living.
Transition-related things have gone much faster since I switched from testosterone gel to (way cheaper) injectable T. In a female body, I was sometimes thin and sometimes plump, but always small-framed. Over the last few months my upper body has broadened out to the point where I put on a jacket I hadn't worn since last winter and found that it no longer fit me across the back and shoulders. I feel solider (Grey has taken to calling me his little fireplug), more substantial, and a LOT stronger. Legs also. In between these two regions I do seem to be sprouting a little 45-year-old-man-gut, which I guess I ought to do something about, but one thing poverty has taught me is that it's damn hard to eat healthily on the cheap.
Also, noticeable facial hair and (especially over the last two weeks) a lot less "ma'am"-ing.
I think I just used up my allotment of words for the moment. Oh, wait, I did mean to say that I really like getting comments and questions on the paintings. Several people have regretted not being able to bid, but I appreciate the comments nearly as much.
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