The mr. heathen blog chronicles what happens when a woman takes direct testosterone shots. (Allegedly.)
i feel like i’m unable to do housework. no, i’m not kidding. i keep looking at the pile of dishes in the sink and i think “eh, i’ll wait until i start feeling like a girl again.” i have become a mysogynistic asshole. clearly, i would make a poor husband.
haven’t wandered out of the house much. i did go down the hill for dinner and movies (no vacancy, le divorce, the three faces of eve, and whatever happened to baby jane?) and was still floored by my reactions to the people on the street. the fight/fuck impulse is very strong. i actually found myself veering into men i perceived as weaker than me, to make them get out of my way.
still very, very energized. this, coupled with much coffee, make me feel like i’m invincible. still another good reason for not leaving the house.
my sweat glands are still a force to be reckoned with.
organized my CD collection, but could not bring myself to fold my laundry.
tomorrow i go to home depot!
Ah. Jose Canseco, what have you wrought?