For the first time in my adult life I went on holiday with a partner (!) and to a country where I didn’t speak the language (!!) and it was awesome!!!
In lieu of a firm itinerary we made a Google map of places we wanted to visit, which really helped with working out where things where in relation to each other and planning our days on the fly. I’ve popped it above so you can see the way we did it.
- Blue = sight seeing
- Yellow = shops
- Green = bars
- Pink = Food
Each place marker has a little description and an estimate of how much it’ll cost you. When I have put €€ this probably doesn’t mean most people’s idea of a mid range place, but the cheap places were so cheap that I had to differentiate them somehow. The most expensive meal we ate was a salad and cake at KaDeWe that cost us about €32 (without drinks!), yet I don’t feel like we had a stingy holiday and we were pretty tipsy and full each night when we went to bed.
I’ve uploaded photos to the places when I remembered to take them, but obviously we didn’t take photos everywhere.
There are so many places we didn’t get to visit, and so much I still want to do when we go back: Potsdam, Typography Museum, the Stasi prison tour; oh god just so much stuff. We didn’t really hit the clubs much as we were so shattered at the end of the day, but that’s another reason to go back sooner rather than later! Both my boyfriend and I absolutely fucking loved our time there and have terrible cases of the post holiday blues.
Lastly, but in no way least(ly?), we stayed in the most wonderful flat I could have wished for. We found our apartment on AirBnb and stayed in Neukölln, which was both really easy to get around and the best place for bars, food, and general ambling aimlessly and gawping at everything.
The flat we stayed in is brilliant and you can find it here. For what one would pay for a pretty crappy hotel we got a beautiful spacious, airy, sunlit flat, with a bloody piano, all to ourselves. I think we spent a large part of the first evening just gawping and saying “Wow” to each other while in the flat. The bed was enormous and I had some of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in months, I honestly cannot recommend it enough.
There are probably hundreds of places we’ve missed off, and locals/hipsters are probably sneering at so many of our choices but we had the most awesome time and I wanted to share it with you, as cheesy as that may seem.
All of this presupposes that there is only one right way to look like and be a woman. And it’s infuriating. On the one hand, whenever I go out in public or post pictures online, a part of me is deathly afraid that I’ll be insulted or worse. I desperately want to be accepted as the woman I am. On the other hand, I hate that in order to feel safe, I’m expected to fit into the very narrow box that is labeled “woman.” Tips on how to pass always seem to say that you should avoid building muscle mass and avoid wearing clothes and makeup that are too costumey, that you should try to hide your shoulders and soften your features. Trans women are often told that if we want to pass, we have to try our hardest to be petite, soft, have just the right amount of femininity, and not stand out too much. But what if I want to be a different kind of woman? What if I want to look like Grace Jones or Kate Moennig? What if I want to look like Beth Ditto or Dolly Parton? They’re all cis women; don’t they pass?"
Meyllen Djneres (via muffinsandcouture)
The moral of “passing” discussions always seems to be:
If you get bashed it will be your fault.
Do you even know how badly I’ve been needing to hear exactly these words for the past few months now?
*slow clap——> standing ovation* yes! Yes yes!
omg when i started transitioning Kate Moennig was legit my goal
i just need this on my blog again
Anonymous asked: I know it's never great to over-rely on one person but... are there any things you do for each other that keep your life in a happier symbiosis than if you were alone?
This sounds weird, but I really love cooking for other people. When I’m single I find cooking to be tedious and time consuming, but with Tom I enjoy spending hours making food for us and cooking all the weird things I find on blogs and in recipe books. I don’t think it’s the maternal thing it seems at first, more of a gluttonous thing as I can make all the crazy delicious things I dream about but have no impetus to make when single. I also get to show off (“Look at all the cool stuff I can make!”) then garner praise (“Wow this tastes awesome! Thank you!”) which all falls flat if it’s me doing it to myself.
Tom agreed with me and said he loves me cooking for him, and would miss it a lot if we broke up.
That’s kinda hokey isn’t it?