So now I've got my best angle at the camera, a (very fake) bear skin rug and a fire place. All I need now is a lady. 😋😅
I got it at a swap room at the local garbage dump, where you can leave functional items you don't need anymore and pick up anything you like. The fleece fur of the rug was all dry and lumpy as you can see in the first of the progress pictures. Of course Spite had to help out with brushing it out. 😅
We removed the Styrofoam in the head as it was broken, sticky and slightly miscoloured (shudder).😷
Then we gave it a good clean, then used a steel wire brush to refluff it and brush out the matted pattern faux furs tend to get, left it to dry and restuffed the head with some old pillowcases today and reassembled it and Mal has barely gotten off it since. 😁
The very last picture is after cleaning it, but before refluffing. You can't really tell how matted it was but you can tell how much both Mal and Spite likes it already. ❤️ #lunde#lundehund#lundis#puffindog#puppiesofinstagram#puppyoftheday#instapuppy#puppy#dogsofinstagram#dogoftheday#instadogs#dog#ilovemydog#doggielove#mygoodside#heyladies#revamp#thrift#thrifty
I keep telling myself I don't pass, and that's because I don't. At least not as cis. You can look at my hairline, my jawline, my broad shoulders and chest. Yet for some reason I'm accepted as female. I don't really get misgendered, which baffles me as I see all these flaws still in my reflection. Is it where I live? It can't be that because so many beautiful trans women who I would never clock complain about being misgender here. So is passing really just a state of mind? Is it the way I carry myself, because if I speak I'll easily be clocked, but in a way I don't care. I'm not a cis woman. I'll never be a cis woman, and I'm proud to be a trans woman in this world.
ps -- I'm a goober and I don't know how to be sexy... no wonder why I'm single. #heyladies 👩❤️👩 😏