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I woke up this morning thinking about doctors, and the frustration about talking about what I want versus what the medical and trans establishments think I must/should want. The feeling was one of having the experience of fighting the unconscious assumptions of stubborn, unquestioning "professionals", not shaking in dread at the prospect. Weird.

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I do not want to go to work today. Seeing the indoctrination of the new at the hands of the functionally retarded is just too depressing; catching the whiffs of desperation and desire to please from those who don't know better, yet, makes me wonder if I'm shirking my duty to let them know, or if it's better ethically to let them stumble along on their own. It feels lately that I am expected to fit my adult sized self into a doll-sized uniform/persona, and smile at the prospect. I want to linger in the sun, to read, to let my mind coast idly, to just be, today. Instead, I get to pretend that I worship at the altars of the greenback, persuasion, and manipulation.

Yay for me.

Well, no wonder!

I just found out that Azure Ray is the creative core of Little Red Rocket, the latter on which I've had a major indie-pop crush for years and years; "Sick of Pretty" still makes me smile and tear up at the same time, exactly like real pop songs should.

Now, to obtain all recorded works!