Restorative surgery for survivors of FGC in the USA

Now also available in Colorado, and I learned that there's Clitoraid for those who can't afford it. I know that the surgery has been available in Germany for years (it's covered by the insurance), and it's a good thing that there are people offering it in the USA, I didn't even know that it wasn't available over there.

What always absolutely floors me is how often people feel the need to state that there is little known about female sexual organs and that many articles on the subject feel it necessary to point out that FGC is usually a whole lot more invasive than the male counterpart that isn't. Why on earth don't people know that?

Dabbling, e-pianos, ships and fairs

For reasons only known to himself, my father once obtained an electric piano from a customer a couple of years ago. I think he said at the time that niaseath might get some use out of it because he can play the guitar and is, after all, The Musical One in the family. Since my brother can't play the piano and the thing has been sitting in Hesse up until last week, that plan was never put into action. Since my father's reorganising his flat he's asked me if we need it and I gladly accepted, and now we have an electric piano!



Crocky can't really use it to practice earnestly because she needs a grand piano for that, but it's good to prepare lessons and play around and for me, because I'm getting lessons, too. I started at the beginning of the week and just now spent a couple of hours with this beginner's version of Scarborough Fair and I Saw Three Ships. It's fun, but my progress on is very slow, as expected. It's a lot more fun to be a complete noob on the piano, though, seeing as the results are never quite as jarring to my ears as the strangled-cat sounds that I'm so good at producing on the trumpet.

So far, I'm not really giving up on the trumpet, but playing the piano is much more fun, so I'm rather pessimistic about the time I'll spend with the instrument in the future, what with the piano looking so inviting and the option to put in earphones and practicing around the clock and everything, which is a definite downside of the trumpet - which I can only practice very quietly and for a very limited amount of time in the afternoons. I wish I could be more optimistic about the likelihood of me losing interest in either or both of the instruments after a while - I'm just not that interested in music, and even though Crocky's enthusiasm is highly infective, I am not sure that I won't be spending my time with other things in future. It's very nice to dabble, though.

The only downside to the piano is that it did not like being left in a car over night and is now its speakers make rather alarming crackling noises occasionally. We had hoped that it'd get better after a while if the piano didn't react well to the moistness in the car and had to dry,  but we're worried. If this keeps persisting we'll have to have someone check it out.

Hallowe'en

Crocky and I are invited to a Halloween party. I'm not very creative when it comes to costumes (I was briefly toying with the idea of going as a bottle - putting on a cork-imitating paper hat and otherwise dressing in green), but I'd rather go as some kind of witch, because I have a hat for that.

Given my curviness I'm considering going as Nanny Ogg, which would be pretty bad-ass. Now the only thing I need are a stein, grey hair dye, possibly a pipe if I can get hold of a cheap one, and I'm good to go.

Also, I bought this: 


...with which I plan to bake Magrat's bat cookies. Not entirely IC for Nanny Ogg, I realise, but I'm not about to buy these.