tithonis [she/her]

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Cake day: May 30th, 2025

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  • Pharmacy Benefit Managers (separate from, but mostly vertically integrated with, insurance companies in the US) absolutely have been doing this for years now. It lets them say they’re providing a service and reducing prices when they’re doing the opposite.

    Without getting into the details, the cash price of drug x gets set obscenely high, pharmacies bill this price to the appropriate Pharmacy Benefit Manager who then tells the pharmacy “we’re paying you whatever we pay you”. By and large you’re lucky to break even. For some medications and some contracts it can cost a pharmacy hundreds of dollars to fill a prescription. You’re not allowed not to fill it. You’re not allowed to charge the patient less than the cash price you charge everyone, which is the inflated number the PBMs conspired to come up with. If you do, you risk losing even more money getting audited by Optum or Express Scripts and good luck with that lol lmao

    That’s the short/comprehensible version. A 30 count bottle of ondansetron (generic Zofran, nausea med) costs $0.39 or so but the U&C most pharmacies use for billing purposes is >$1,000/30 tabs. Actual reimbursement for #30 ondansetron looks more like $0.39 + maybe a dispensing fee that doesn’t cover the cost of keeping the lights on. That U&C also becomes the cash price without goodRx or one of the other middlemen who aggregate PBM data and pick a price more or less at random from what reimbursements actually look like. GoodRx also bills pharmacies $8 for the privilege of checking a price with them, every time you submit them a claim.

    It’s fucked. There’s compounding pharmacies that’ll make injectables for you cheaper than you can find at a standard retail pharmacy, if you can find one.


  • I don’t try to go stealth but apparently I pass reasonably well because I have told cis people that I’m trans, or at least alluded to having transitioned in a way that I’d think the people I was talking to understood and they just continue to believe that I am somehow just a very tall cis lesbian with a deep voice. I have told medical professionals who can see the gender dysphoria diagnosis on my chart that I do not have a uterus, I have never had a period in my life, I was born without a uterus or ovaries and they just shrug and go “huh alright”. I’ve had coworkers who didn’t realize I was trans for a year. I told them I was. They forgot? I’ve fostered kids who didn’t realize I was trans (the kids who did realize were uniformly cool about it, this could mean nothing).

    I live as out as I can but sometimes there is that math you have to do in your head about whether it’s worth disclosing to someone or not. Most of the time I just let people figure it out themselves eventually. If it comes up, it comes up, it’s part of who I am but it is not the most interesting part of who I am and I’m not leading with it.

    Never underestimate the obliviousness of cis people. It’s really something.



  • It’s unfortunately not uncommon for people to find your transitioning cute or endearing or positive in the abstract but once they have to acknowledge that you are in fact who you are and you expect them to respect that, fall off like that. You’re cute to them as a pet, as a toy, but not as a fully realized human being.

    Transitioning really put into contrast who my friends were and who tolerated me so long as I was useful to them somehow. I keep my friends close, anyone who tries to put a disclaimer on their support of trans people - of transfems in particular - can fuck right off. I don’t have time for that shit.







  • cw relational drama, abuse

    My relationship didn’t have a lot of conflict, until it did, and then I spent 3 years fighting for my life wondering what I did to deserve to be treated like that. Nothing. No one deserves that. It’s safe to say that the absence of overt conflict doesn’t mean that there’s no conflict at all. It gets buried and manifests itself later, in ways that don’t always make sense.

    Since I got out every interaction I’ve had with my ex has put me in a spiral for a while. She sent me something in the mail today, I got a notification it was arriving and had a panic attack. Our divorce isn’t final yet, so she still has a reason to communicate with me, but trying to engage with her and getting hurt almost every time has left me so scared of her, so flinchy, that I cannot justify having anything to do with her. It’s been hard letting go, even though she keeps showing me how unsafe she is to be around.

    People who make you into the villain aren’t people you want in your life. Make your peace however you have to make it but do not keep trying to engage with someone it’s painful to engage with. That pain is a warning.



  • Seconding (thirding?) what the other two replies have said. You did nothing wrong by confiding in a friend. Boundaries don’t work like that, hurt feelings are inevitable, and you’re never responsible for regulating or predicting someone else’s emotions.

    relational damage

    I’m in the process of finalizing my divorce with my ex-wife and after a period of no contact we decided to try and have a phone call with each other. It was okay at the time but the next day she was a mess, and I was an emotional wreck. It wound up undoing all the progress I’d made moving on with my life, it felt like I was mired back in a situation I knew I had to escape and it’s taken a few weeks to regain any sense of equilibrium, of moving forward again. I had to tell her, we can’t have any contact unless it’s to do directly with getting divorced, and once the divorce is over there can be no more contact. There is no way for us to be in contact without me getting hurt.

    As far as I know, she still thinks we will be in contact again one day. The boundary I have set with her is that if she does try to communicate with me, I will not respond. I expect her to respect my request that she not communicate with me, and so far she has, but a boundary is a line we set for ourselves and our own behavior. It’s something we do for ourselves and we communicate it clearly and enforce it consistently.

    I’ve found myself grieving the loss of a friend after seeing our relationship implode after a long period of decline. In the back of my head I thought maybe we’d manage to be friends somehow, sometime, but it’s not worth finding out if we can be, hypothetically, if it’s going to hurt me the way that it is. It’s not good for her either, but years of trying to regulate her emotions as well as mine just destroyed us both. It hurt more than anything else I’ve ever lived through. Letting go hurts almost as much. At some point we have to prioritize ourselves; you can’t keep someone else warm by setting yourself on fire, as they say.

    It does get better. Life goes on, it always does, it will look different than you thought it would, but it goes on. There’s always the possibility of bigger and better things ahead.


  • If this is a consequence of being raised AMAB I wish all the creepy cishet men on earth who I’ve had the displeasure of interacting with would have internalized it. If anything, the performance of hegemonic masculinity expects that you be brazen, threatening, indifferent towards the consequences of expressing your desire. And to show any hesitation is blood in the water.

    It’s a queer experience (ask cis queer people about it!) and it’s a neurodivergent experience. It’s an EMPOC experience too! It’s nothing to do with what a doctor decided when you were born however long ago, though. It’s a consequence of existing outside of hegemonic conceptualizations of masculinity.



  • I sent my girlfriend my cutest flannel in the mail and it finally showed up a few days ago. There’s a package somewhere in transit to me right now from her and I could not be more excited for it to arrive.

    cw alcohol

    She got white girl drunk (drank one beer) last night and couldn’t stop telling me she loves me. She’s usually a little bit more reserved than that. In Cerivisia Veritas, or however the saying goes. I’m usually the gushier of the two of us but she had me outclassed last night! So sweet, so gay, so grateful to have her in my life.

    It took me 20+ years to finally work up to doing something about my gender but everything that has transpired since I transitioned (it’s been a while!) has made me more convinced every day that I did the right thing. I had no idea life could be this good.


  • I used to live in a very red part of a very red state, early into my transition and I’ve never been misgendered less than when I lived there. Cis people tend not to be thinking about trans people 24/7, and if you present remotely feminine, people just assume you’re a woman. Sometimes the reactionary brainworms work in your favor. I’d have people tell me their abhorrent opinions about trans people to my face without any hint of consideration that I might be trans. Or running an Antifa training camp in the woods outside of town. They were afraid of that, too.

    When I lived in the gay part of a big city before that I got misgendered all the time. But why accuse someone you’re not certain is trans of being trans when that’s something that only people in the city do? I never got hassled for using the bathroom, either. No one cares, by and large. No one cares as much as we convince ourselves they do. Some people are genuinely dangerous, but there is an entire media ecosystem dedicated to scaring trans people into the closet by hyping up how bad it will be to be trans in public.

    No one cares. No one is really paying that much attention.