I have an apron :D

So just got back from my first shift back at work again (at a chain donut/coffee shop). We have new uniforms! Dark blue jeans, white polo t-shirt, and a brown apron. I have never actually gotten to wear an apron before but I personally think aprons are adorable and also I am adorable in an apron :D

Anyways, I was thinking about this at work (closing shift at DD's=lots of time to think, lol...more cleaning than customers) and figured I could write up a post on it.

Basically, this is in response to those religious (often Christian) people who believe trans people are not 'really' trans, specifically because "God doesn't make mistakes". I have A Lot Of Thoughts on this, but have never really written them out, since my general policy is to not engage people who are being deliberately transphobic; but I suppose I should not wait to be provoked to have my say.

This is probably obvious, but I'll just point out here that beyond the cut there is a lot of religious talk, specifically Christian-centric, and it will probably be very YMMV for other Christians as well depending on your personal beliefs. It will also be YMMV for other trans people, I expect. Basically, these are just my thoughts and my beliefs (and don't even come close to representing the whole of my beliefs), etc. etc., y'all are mature so I know you can handle that.

( That said, let's go on a magical adventure~ )

(Also, I just realized this is both my only queer icon and my only religious icon, lololol)

(...religious icon. LOL. Get it? 6 u 9)

A FEW INTERESTING THINGS

I'm getting my haircut today! Same reference photo as last time, although if the hairstylist freaks out and gets all excited like last time I may have to find a new one, because...wtf. Also, "what happened to make you want this haircut?!!" is the weirdest question I have ever been asked. What kind of answer was she expecting? Did she think it was a post-breakup haircut, or did she expect something more like I kissed a girl and I liked it~

Also, I had two weird conversations about my lactose intolerance last weekend. On Saturday my aunt asked me why I was drinking soy milk (note that she was rather drunk) and I explained that I was lactose intolerant. Mom monopolized the conversation as always and went off on a tangent about how I would never drink milk or eat eggs as a child, and my aunt (WHO IS A TRAINED NURSE, mind you) came away from the conversation with the understanding that lactose intolerance also means you can't eat poultry products.

Then on Sunday my coworker, who I dislike and who thinks we are best friends because I am polite to her, asked me to try her improvised strawberry milkshake. I said it wouldn't be a good idea due to my lactose intolerance. After she drank her own, she informed the trainee we were working with that she's "lactose intolerant...not like Corinne's, but drinking creamy things makes me cough after." I didn't have the heart to tell her an intolerance is not the same as an allergy, and that it's normal for the body to produce a lot of mucus after a person consumes dairy.

I also rearranged my bookshelf in my room the other day. I just thought you all might appreciate the fact that it has a paranormal reference section. Also a mythological/religious reference section (which includes one huge book on the mythological history of Wales and Ireland...which I have filled with colorful reference tabs and notes).

ETA: Haircut was a super success! Partly I think because she read me as male :P she did a double-take when she read my name and I walked up, lol. I should probably just start giving my middle name (Lee) or Domino since they just use your name to call you up and not for payment or anything, but my mom pays for my haircuts and I've only just got her to stop coming up to the hairdresser during the haircuts to try and explain away why I am getting a guy's cut...