MintCoaTea

The war is over, my dad is going back to Texas. He can't hurt us anymore.

Still very swollen. Also, I got finger raped in my dream by these weird Miami girls. I kept singing Beetlejuice musical, "oblivion calls 🎶" Then I realized that I was disturbing a baby by the look on the mother. So I apologized in sign language. I then went into this dark studio room, then a pack of 3 brown girls approached me. The leader was like, "let me show how to be in Miami!, take off your jacket!" So, i took off my green lacoste jacket/sweater, then the lady pulled down my pants and inserted her finger in my butt hole and went back and forth with it. It felt like rape, I so wanted to report it, but I didn't know how to. There was some evidence though. The chat log had anime sketch profiles of the girls. The leader's name was Loren. Also, i think 10 SC was involved, which is a gambling currency, e.g casino chip. I'm sad that I wasn't able to get justice in my dream, but I'm glad that it probably gave me more experience of what ...

A couple of my sisters and my brother got me some publix ice cream and oats tonight for recovery. Thanks y'all!

So I get a little gender surgery as knee be, now erupts total frenzy! You're keeping tuning me to Miss Contrialversal, ghee I thought our needs were universal. So I guess cosmetic surgery is fine as long as you stick in your patriarchy gender binary. So I guess surgery is a crime when someone like me just wants to feel more comfortable in their body. Why deny me the right to look pretty? Is it because you don't want me in the femme category, just because of the anatomy God gave me. Quit making me Ms controversy, and maybe study some history. Quit your gender identity panic, we're all beautifully dynamic. Get with the happy times or stay in the pathetic dramatic hateful static.

While taking these selfies it reminded me of last night when my family picked me up from the hospital. I looked at my mother and thought that I look like her daughter. Ice cream earlier, the hag n daz Instacart vanilla bean smelt and tasted rotten, though so I refunded that. Also, my youngest sister reminded me last night that the anesthesiologist washed my hair. I remember that when the anesthesiologist told me she washed my hair (while I was under), I was like, "Thank you so very much!" I believe that conversation took place yesterday afternoon. That was so awesome of her!