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Earlier this week I went to see my therapist like I usually do and today I told her that I'd like to start HRT sooner rather than later, I know that people sometimes wait months if not years before starting but I'm not okay with waiting that long. Unfortunately she said that she wasn't sure it would be a good idea and that I should wait longer to be sure. I told her I wasn't waiting and that if she didn't write the note for me I'm going the DIY route, and she told me that that would be a very bad idea since she believes I would regret it due to my unwillingness to "fully girlmode" (which just means she thinks me wearing makeup and having long hair alone isn't enough) and the fact that I enjoy many manly things like bodybuilding. I for some reason mentioned that I could stop after I got the permanent changes I wanted and she responded that if I'm already considering detransitioning it's not a good idea. What the fuck? How the fuck is stopping HRT later detransitioning? That made me so

I posted this in the wrong meme community. Reposting here.

I'm AMAB who has always felt a little uncomfortable in my own skin. I'm decently comfortable occupying my body, but I do wish it was easier/more acceptable to transition. I had a dream last night that I was at a doctor's office and I was starting HRT. It has put me in a funk all day.

To be honest, I consider myself fluid enough to continue identifying as a man to anyone but myself. I just wish I could live two lives. Or go back and make the decision to transition when I was younger. I am a stereotypical guy: hairier than not, chubbier than not, deep brow, gnarled hands, etc. I don't really think I could ever feel truly "woman enough" to feel comfortable trying out the other side of the gender spectrum. I've tried growing my hair, piercing my ears, and wearing a teeny bit of eye liner, but it just never looked right on me. I just looked a bit weird.

I'm venting here to hopefully deal with the funky vibes my dream gave me

Hi ! I don't often make posts but I thought about making one here because I feel like sharing what's on my chest.

I'm 27, I started HRT almost 4 months ago, and there is no denying that this was the best decision I took. Sadly, because of that, my life has become so chaotic.

Around 6y ago I met a girl I thought I would spend a lifetime with. I moved in Switzerland (originally from Belgium) after long distance relationship. With her I felt invincible. We broke up a few months ago, shortly after I realised I was trans.

The breakup, the dysphoria, having to look for a roommate, and I'm far from family ... That broke me.

Today I'm doing better. I'm still healing from the breakup, I get panic attacks from dysphoria but I can handle it, and I have a sweet roommate.

I'm currently looking for a new job where I can present at my true self and would like to find love again. Those are my current goals.

Afterall, my life is not bad at all. I have many friends who support me. My lovely f

Throwaway Account, here we go. So i think the egg finally cracked enough for me to accept, that Im trans. The thought has crossed my mind quite regularly in the past few weeks. Everything started with when I took LSD about 5 weeks ago and I was able to catch a thought that crossed my mind regarding my appreciation for female clothing (skirts etc.). It was "Acts trans, looks trans[I bought myself a skirt a few days prior to this], probably is trans". My stupid ass of course was like "Nahhhh, I dont like such thoughts i may think about this once my brain isnt fried anymore" (guess what didnt happen). Since then there was this little nagging voice in my head always asking me "Are you sure you arent trans", but I always just kept it silent saying "I will figure it out with the time", without really thinking about if the voice maybe didnt have a point. I have been back at my parents house for about 4 weeks(since the semester is now over) now and in that time i catched myself think quite reg

It would be way better to not have society be going through a moral panic about trans people at the same time I’m coming to terms with my trans-ness. I feel like I’d have to struggle with self-acceptance a lot less if I didn’t know that a large percentage of society hates me without knowing a thing about me. I don’t want to have to change out of my girl clothes or take off my makeup because I need to take my dog for a walk around the apartment complex, and I don’t know how my neighbors would treat a visibly trans person. I don’t want to have to worry about when the incongruity between my appearance and my passport is going to become a problem. (Setting aside that now for all my gender markers across documents to match, I can’t change any of them, and they’ll have to stay wrong). I don’t want to have to worry about losing friends or family or my job because I come out to them. I just want to live life being fully myself - what’s so wrong with that?

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The original was posted on /r/antiwork by /u/Markitzeerodude on 2024-11-26 20:31:22+00:00.

I need to vent because I’m feeling incredibly frustrated about my current situation at work. For over a year and a half, I’ve been managing my company’s Shopify website. When I started, $500 a day in sales was considered a good day. I put in a ton of effort—improving SEO, product listings, marketing strategies, and customer experience—and the results were undeniable.

Now, it’s not unusual to see days where sales hit $5,000–$10,000, and on really good days, we even hit $20,000. What once felt like a milestone now feels like the baseline, and I was proud of the role I played in making that transformation happen.

Recently, I decided it was time to ask for

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The original was posted on /r/antiwork by /u/SimonPennon on 2024-11-03 18:25:37+00:00.

Well, they restructured.

Here's my previous post, but the gist is this: I worked at a spot for 13 of the past 15 years with the understanding that I was going to get the title of Director once my boss retired. It was the specific reason I came back to a job I had quit already.

This past June, three weeks before my boss was set to retire, they came to me and offered me the job title of "coordinator" (the new title on the euphemism treadmill for secretary/assistant). My boss was making ~130k year. They offered me 65k to do my job and my boss's job. I bounced. Sucks for the person who replaced me.

I've spent the past few months trying to rela

This is kind of a rant, but mostly a plea.

There are times when BusyBox is the only tool you can use. You've got some embedded device with 32k RAM or something; I get it. It's the right tool. But please, please, In begging you: don't use it just because you're lazy.

I find BusyBox used in places where it's not necessary. There's enough RAM, there's more than enough storage, and yet, it's got BusyBox.

BusyBox tooling is absolutely aenemic. Simple things, common things, like - oh, - capturing a regexp group from a simple match are practically impossible. But you can do this in bash; heck, it's built in! But BusyBox uses ash, which is barely a shell and certainly doesn't support regexp matching with group capture. Maybe awk? Well, gawk lets you, with -oP, but of course BusyBox doesn't use GNU awk, and so you can't get at the capture groups because it doesn't support perl REs. It'd be shocking if BusyBox provided any truly capable tools like ripgrep, in which this would be trivi

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The original was posted on /r/antiwork by /u/gay_wolf_cat on 2023-11-10 01:54:45.

No. No you absolutely don't. My availability is exactly what I gave when I started working. You do not have the right to keep me 15 minutes after my availability and you will not keep me 15 minutes after. What if i had a kid that needed picked up at specific time? I don't but I could.

Really effing tired of employers thinking they own their employees. They don't even pay me enough to live off of.

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The original was posted on /r/dating_advice by /u/Pomeranian111 on 2023-09-21 14:48:12.

This surprised me a bit honestly and left a gross taste in my mouth.

People talk about looks and height but honestly I guess previous experience trumps both.

So, the only two options are either lying to women "Which isn't ideal," or never dating at all, awesome lol.

Do I sound bitter? It just feels like another red flag of something a guy has no control over.

I'm a short person. I'm also sedentary and classified as overweight but not obese. As such, my TDEE is around 1600-1700 calories. So, to lose weight at the pace I'd like, I have to restrict myself to 1200 calories a day.

My partner is taller, fatter and has more muscle mass than me. He's talked about wanting to lose weight to get healthier, but when it comes down to it he won't do anything. Which is baffling to me, because his TDEE is high enough that he could eat waaay more than me and still lose weight.

Ugh. It's frustrating.

Throughout the entirety of the date, everything was reciprocated. There was, uncommon for me, even unprompted active flirtation from the person in question when the present conversation was not necessarily flirtatious - random sweet things.

It lasted over four hours. We talked about our intentions, our interests, our passions, our traumas. There were two hour+ phone calls prior to the date that contained much of the same personal conversation.

They asked me to kiss them, prompted only by the vibe of sitting on a park bench by a river surrounded by geese enveloped in the reflections of the sun on the ripples of said river. This has never happened to me before, I have always been the instigator - always the asker, never the asked - it was not considered a masculine or attractive trait during my childhood to be asked. I obliged. We kissed quite a few more times the rest of the night, by my initiative and theirs.

They complimented parts of myself that I hate, or at least find hard