Testosterone

Okay, I found mr. heathen via Boing Boing and have found it immensely entertaining. It's about a woman taking daily injections of testosterone and journalling the effects. The entertainment factor must come from the fact of reading a woman experiencing emotions for the first time that any normal man experiences on a daily (if not minute-by-minute) basis, and she is being surprised by them.

Pulling quotes:

3. i am producing massive amounts of sweat.

Oh yea, that's only going to get worse.

7. i've looked at several objects today and had the distinct though of "i could fuck that". said objects so far have included a toll booth, a binder clip, my shoes, a spiral notebook. i'm not sure how i would actually go about fucking these things, but i am willing to give it a try.

I look at my roommate's pillows ("pillows" because he, for some reason, owns more than one) the same way.

2. so hungry, all the time. yesterday i ate four full meals and still found myself in the kitchen at 4am stuffing dry cheerios into my mouth-hole. i thought that maybe this would cause me to chunk up a bit, but was surprised while checking myself out in the mirror that i can see *all* of my ribs and the outline of my pelvis in places. something needs to be done about this.

When I see the word "Cheerios," I see "Cheetos." Mmmm... Cheetos.

15. have nicely divided all things in this world into three categories: things i can eat, things i can fuck, things i can argue with.

You can drop that third category. And, rearrange the first two in order of precedence.