Ode to Salt

This is what happens when you turn your back on a 

method of dealing with snow and ice which is good 

enough for almost every other city that must deal 

with cold weather - Salt and the use Metal Plow Blades. 

Wouldn't you like to be the Mayor of this city?  

Nothing short of genius!

Snapping and Brushing Simultaniously

So the story goes something like this. What happens when an unsuspecting Butch loans His slightly inebriated sister two of His rechargeable batteries while attending the Pride March together? Well, said sister throws them away, like she did with the last set of rechargeables that He lent to her in the same state, attending the same event the year before. So fast forward to girlfriends visit and a toothbrush that requires a AA battery, well the Butch only has two AA batteries left making it impossible for the Butch to brush His teeth and take photos of His beautiful girlfriend at the same time (I do My best work with a toothbrush in My mouth). Moral of the story: either the Butch needs to stop lending batteries to his sister or stay stocked up.

These are My roomates

These are My roomates, Teal and Silver, everything was great until they got hooked on internet porn.

Coming Out (again) or The Elephant in the Room?

Some of you are aware, some aren't, that I ID as a Gender Queer Butch or a Trans Gendered Butch. I prefer masculine pronouns (not male)  seems like semantics but I make this distinction, because I can. I prefer to be called Elijah as opposed to My given name. I do not wish to have the lower reassignment surgery, but am looking to have top surgery in the next year or so. I do not wish to pass 24/7 or live stealth. I am a queer and wish to remain a part of the queer community. 

I have a beautiful (in every way), supportive, queer ID'ed girlfriend who not only tolerates but welcomes these changes in Me because she knows that it is another step in becoming My authentic self and because she loves masculine (not male) energy/presentation. She currently resides in Seattle and is doing her Masters work in psychology. Wwe hope to be together in every sense once her graduate work is done - hypothetically. (Hypothetically is the caveat that two commitmentphobes use when they are discussing their "hypothetical" futures.)

I thought it was important to put this out there for both My own therapy and because it's something thats been a part of Me for several years now and saying it out loud, feels good. Many of you know, openess is not My forte and many relationships in My life have suffered because of it. So, questions and comments are welcome, if you are so inclined.