The Scavenger's Daughter

This morning I read an article about someone who lives in my city and I told myself: I know this person, I saw them at the Léopard.
Then I felt really lonely. I don't really know anybody interested in the same things that I am now, right now, and don't go at the Station, our LGBTI center, because I got misgendered and am too much of a scaredy-cat to say anything or.
I wrote a long personal text about my gender and stuffs but it's on my Debian partition, long story. I'll post it later 'cause I intend to post more.

Since a few months it is getting warmish and I don't have the energy to do things, I just watch Xena everyday and it makes me feel great.
I "broke" my bike, it spat oil (?) or water mixed to grease (?) according to my mother and I cleaned up the floor with a white, velvet pant.
My mother threw it away. Kudos to me.

That must be the last picture I've got where my hair were really long (ah ah) :


I learned to do bums:


When I cut it first it wasn't a total success:


I have a new hat and I can hide in it.

Wish you the best, people.