The maps wrong. In northern Norway (marked in lavender) the terms Bibliotek and Girjerádju are both used depending on whether you’re speaking Norwegian or one of the Sami languages. Despite being indigenous to the region Sami is spoken by a minority and the map should be striped red and lavender. Or if you’re going by indigenous languages then you need to extend the lavender portion down through northern Sweden to Luleå and in Norway down to Trondheim.
As a neuroscience graduate, I can tell you that the brain takes some time to rewire according to the anatomical changes. Broadly speaking it happens by two mechanisms long term potentiation (LTP) and long term depression (LTD) which cause synapses to strengthen/weaken respectively. LTP is simply if a synapse is used it gets stronger. No problem there, because most of the synapses you need are already strong. LTD is more tricky because you need activation that is weak in comparison to useful activation over time. So you need to drown out those connections over time.
If I might be so crude, you could try touching yourself in front of the mirror. Neural impulses from your eyes and hands will likely speed up the process, and help psychologically.
Norway is currently not granting asylum to American trans people. But the green party wants to. they are currently one of the parties in the ruling coalition so it might happen soon.
Fediverse fuck pit?
Just kidding.
Those handicapable motherfuckers are determined to put us all in the gas chamber. If you can walk, please walk through the forest into Canada and escape. I know you can’t necessarily use passports now but there are no border checks in the forest. Or get a friend to smuggle you out in the trunk of their car. Or pay a coyote to take you to Mexico on the return trip.
I’m older than you and recently came to the same conclusion. Also only attracted to women/feminine presenting NB/particularly cute Femboys. The lesbian community is very accepting of trans women.
I’m assuming if your life was making you happy, you wouldn’t be questioning your gender. I personally have all the things people normally strive for (house, car family, good health etc) and was still miserable.
The best way to know for sure is to imagine yourself transitioning and not transitioning and see which scenario makes you happier.
You Malaysian?
Called football everywhere except north America where you use the term football for the game you play with your hands…
The imperial system and the US customary system are different for volume and weight
Also, the metric system is french.
Yay the FFP!
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Well ain’t that some shit.
Ok so british fast food is definitely very heavy on meat pies and chips (although I should point out that there’s a lot of crossover with south Asian fast food and there are other fast food standards like baked potatoes and various sandwiches). And where the confusion lies is that Brits only really eat British fast food or foreign restaurant food because why would you go to a restaurant to eat the same food you make at home? But there’s a whole load of really nice food that just never gets sold in the restaurants. It’s definitely British cuisine. British Christmas food is heavily spiced full of dried fruit and marinated in rum or brandy (rum is better), There are few deserts that can measure up to a well made apple crumble or sticky toffee pudding, and haggis is such a satisfying dish that it’s inspired poetry.
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang ‘s my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o’ need, While thro’ your pores the dews distil Like amber bead.
His knife see Rustic-labour dight, An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive: Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, Bethankit hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi’ perfect sconner, Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither’d rash, His spindle shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash, O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He’ll make it whissle; An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned, Like taps o’ thrissle.
Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o’ fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer, Gie her a Haggis!
I know right? It’s a bit short in the arms but otherwise extremely comfortable.
It’s also worth mentioning that hair growth happens in stages and it’s only permanent for the initial growth stage. So it’ll take repeated treatments.
Is it so surprising? Britain and France both have a couple of hundred but Russia and their new puppet state have around 10 000 between them. The USA is more likely to go to war with Europe than with Russia at this point and we need to be able to deter that with the threat of punishment. Otherwise Vance will 100% bring about his lake of fire when trump has his next stroke.
It’s worth pointing out that wearing a couple of more feminine items isn’t going to stand out that much before coming out my favourite sweater was bought from Monki and clearly not designed for a man. No-one cared. It’s a really cute sweater so I only got compliments.
The sweater in question.
So just find one or two things that “spark joy” to express yourself and ease into it. I am currently on the waiting list for the extremely slow and convoluted health system where I live. So I’m in a similar position. I’m waiting for HRT and beard removal to come out generally. And yeah I’m constantly questioning wether or not it’s the right choice, but then I think about what my life will be like if I don’t transition and I get a cold shiver down my spine.
I get that it’s not a great time to be trans but you just have to imagine a future where you don’t transition. Personally I would rather the voices calling me a freak come from outside my head. I spent the first half of my life miserable and have no intention of continuing the same way.
breathing heavily …“behind”
Up to the max line on the coffee grinder.
Both sets of genitalia for the purposes of versatility, 6-8 tits like a cat, retractable claws, the ability to see in Infrared and UV, colour changing skin like a cuttlefish, a longer and more agile tongue, and at least 4 tentacles for… Reasons…