A scarlet tiger moth.
A scarlet tiger moth.
@monsoonrains oh shit, it’s me.
Transfemme voice training is all about putting the time and effort in. I think I’ve reached a threshold though. I’m managing to keep my larynx up without consciously choosing to do it. This is important to shift resonance away from the chest and toward the head (I guess through increasing attenuation to the chest and decreasing it to the head). The pitch shifts a little, but this difference in resonance makes a greater difference in the gender a voice is perceived as having.
Tomorrow's #FFConf newsletter is being worked on and includes some important dates.
On that note, :cough: do see our CFP, and prod that person you know that should apply. https://ffconf.org/cfp - I've written details on topics that are important to me, but also: I don't know what I don't know!
@iris Surgery in those red coveralls seems like an error waiting to happen.
Another day, another email to my spineless MP.
Today I celebrate four months on HRT.
@Natasha_Jay gosh. This got me.
The collective sigh of relief!
I will provide no more context on the joke. It’s funnier this way. Perhaps *that* is the joke.
I just received an incredible compliment that’ll have me buzzing for a week. This is a screenshot from a feminising voice training discord.
we fucking did it!!!!! 🥳 :blobpartycat:
here's two great reasons to keep signing though:
1. in case some signatures get invalidated, it's good to be a safe amount above the threshold!
2. the more countries that hit the individual threshold, the harder it will be for politicians to oppose this! looking at you specifically, Sweden and Italy - you're so close!
sign sign sign sign sign!!
https://eci.ec.europa.eu/043/public/#/screen/home
@pippa no need to be official these days. Just a self-appointed genital inspector.
@pippa Like I say at least three times a day, if I just wanted to get into the ladies I'd have joined the cops.
@anarodrigues Difference circumstances for me, but a similar feeling. It sucks.
@cynjen What a fucking understatement. I held it mostly together until last night and I've been a mess since. My face fucking hurts and I'm craving salt.
Recently it feels like people are avoiding me. It's hope it's just paranoia, but it's how it feels. She was one of the few people who seemed genuinely eager to chat with me. I don't think I want to go back there at all now.