Musings: My Protector

A recent post consisted of the result of a recent writing exercise in which I took part. The exercise was to write a letter of compassion/like/love to yourself. I did something a bit different and wrote a letter from pre-transition me to myself, Cassidy. I decided that turnabout is fair play, as the saying goes, so this is a brief letter from myself, Cassidy, to pre-transition me. Follow along below the jump.

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Pics & Thoughts from Newport 2014: Pt. I

Hi all! I returned from Newport post-festival last evening, and wanted to share a few photos I took with my iPhone. I have more on my camera, but I'll need to transfer those to my laptop later today. I guess I'll share those in another post.

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Electrolysis: The Journey Begins :c)

The first hour is in the books, as of barely 30 minutes ago.

The verdict? Not too bad, all things considered.

There was some discomfort, but that may be partly due to only having Lidocaine applied. My nephew C (yes, that C) apparently strip-mined the medicine cabinet as well as the refrigerator, since all of the Tylenol I bought last week is suddenly gone. It really only bothered me when she worked high on the cheekbones, and even then it was intermittent. Most of the time I barely felt it.

I go back Saturday; this time we're going to see how laser does at "deforestation," as a friend calls it. My electrolysist said she thinks it will make things go much faster if it works as well as she suspects it will. Fingers crossed.

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Work was... dreadful. 'Nuff said. The sooner I am out of there and into a new position, the better.

I heard from several recruiters today, and one position sounded promising. Talking to them is a long, long way from getting the gig though; still, you have to start somewhere. Given how awful things have been lately, I'll settle for that.

Stay tuned.

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In honor of taking the first steps towards eliminating my own facial hair, here are a few tunes from the more hirsute end of the indie rock spectrum.

First, a beautiful, haunting song from Iron & Wine:

Next, Seattle's own Fleet Foxes:

And, also from Seattle (originally, anyway), Band of Horses: