Last time I wrote, I was in the grip of a heat wave so intense I couldn’t sleep, and today I woke up to this year’s first snow. The past months haven’t even felt that busy, yet somehow they still passed amazingly quickly.
The window I’m watching the falling snow through now is not the same window I kept open overnight hoping for a breeze, metaphorically as well as literally – only a week or so after my girlfriend M moved into the flat share instead of my old roommate R, we got our three months’ notice from the landlady, who needed the flat herself.
Continue reading “Getting a move on”
My father and I were on a three-day hiking/climbing trip when the weather forecast predicted a higher risk of thunderstorms for the last day than we would have liked. (Thunderstorms in the mountains are not pleasant hiking weather, and thunderstorms happening while you’re halfway up a rock wall and tied to a steel cable are an electrocution waiting to happen.)
We still had a rental car until the late evening, though, and we were much closer to Jauntalbrücke than either of us live, so we decided to take a detour. A text to my roommate over breakfast got me the code from my bungee jumping gift card, and a rather lengthy trip through the website later we were good to go. (The car still worked, too, despite much diligent work on the previous day. In my defense, it was really hard to tell the clutch was in third gear when I tried to drive off uphill. Repeatedly. Anyway, the burnt smell dissipated really quickly afterward, so it couldn’t have been too bad.)
Continue reading “The jump”
At the most basic level, an STP consists of a bowl and a funnel: you hold the end with the bowl to your vulva and pee into it, and the funnel directs the pee away from your body more or less as a penis would. (Even at this basic level, though, there are variations: the Freelax and the Pee Off are really just grooves.) Different models vary in shape and size of bowl and funnel, the angle at which the two are connected, material, color and overall design.
Continue reading “Stand-to-Pee devices for trans men: an overview”
I have spent the past week hiking and climbing mountains in South Tyrol with a group, diligently working my way towards dying of skin cancer by getting another (few) sunburns and overtaxing my right knee badly enough on the descent on the second day that I had to miss the third and finish the last two limping.
Still, it was worth it. My day-to-day life happens within the concrete jungle of the city, walled in by houses, my field of view dissected by the (mostly) harsh straight lines of architecture, flat hard ground beneath my feet, and while I roll my eyes at anti-civilization sentiments, I do need to get out and away sometimes to remember that’s not all there is to the world.
Continue reading “Hiking challenges”
R moved out.
It all went pretty fast suddenly – she announced that she might have found something one Thursday, looked at the apartment and signed the contract the following day. I spent hours plotting and organizing so we could handle her move, M’s move into her vacated room, and a trip to get a new fridge (ours belonged to R and she wanted to sell it) in a single go to save on rental costs for the van.
Continue reading “Changing roommate”
I wanted to shower once more before going home, but the day is cloudy and windy and not at all fit to warm up afterwards. Guess the other passengers will just have to put up with a stinky me.
Continue reading “Day 14 and travelling home”
I’m slowly getting used to cold showers, I think – I managed to rinse myself much longer and enjoy it more than the first time today. Or maybe I’m getting used to the colder temperatures in general, because I get pretty hot sitting in the sun afterwards.
Continue reading “Sweden Day 12 + 13”