At my first non-games oriented convention. Did Vulcan femme cosplay with a dear cisfemale friend, interesting and precious (and we looked good) though I do worry in context people will somehow believe I am crossplaying, which begins to matter more that they do not.
Similarly was freaking out with blanked wavy shock/sadness (sudden onset dysphoria?) with my nametag having my deadname. They were nice about changing it though, and it feels good to have/grow the normalcy of participating unquestioned as female.
Then running out of clothes because unprepared, and now experimenting with long tops over short skirts. Concerned with the resulting squareness, and the smallness of my bust when not wearing that one really flattering bra, but this is in a sense an experience I must share at some point with every woman. Moving through it.
In other notes, doing science and drinking overpriced wheat beer.
lost in transition 