Post Christmas Blues

 

I didn't post this in the same post before, because I didn't one to ruin the Christmas spirit. But my mum can be really complicated. Like I said, she called us her boys and used the right name, which is nice. But she also got me panties clearly from the women's section and a face moisturizer that smells like strawberries. I didn't want to start and argument so I just said thanks. But she sure as hell didn't get that shit for my brother. He got boxer briefs and axe body spray. I don't understand how her mind works. I've been out to her for like 4 years. I've been on T for 2, I'm starting to sound like a man and I have the saddest little tradie moustache, what part of that makes her think I need to smell like strawberries? Oh well, at least I can leave the panties to local cafe's free stuff drawer and Oula can use the strawberry stuff so it's not wasted.