I left in 2018. I mass scrubbed everything with personal information because I was an idiotic 15 year old. After scrubbing my accounts, I feel as if the Internet should be 18+, no exceptions.

I transitioned socially in 2020. I knew something was deeply wrong with my body, with being called my name at birth. After rigorous psychiatric testing, the answer became clear: I was transgender. Been going by Alistair since, but just Al is fine, I guess. The dysphoria was so severe it seemed abnormal, even to the doctors I saw who have dealt with it before.

In 2023, I started testosterone. It took so long because I had moved somewhere disgustingly hateful towards anyone like me. Not by choice, mind you. A lot of them refused to treat me even for things that were unrelated to my transness. When I finally got testosterone, I stabilized and stopped being so idiotic, I believe.

In the midst of all this, a lot of bad happened. A lot of good as well. In 2021, my cat, Buddy, had passed. Beastie is still around. In 2022, I pissed off the wrong people and got a target put on my back. It's since mostly faded. People realized harassing someone for posting about their traumatic, albeit idiotic life as a literal teen and preteen was stupid, as was attempting to dox someone who hadn't done anything to deserve it, despite being a generally unscrupulous person. I won't go into detail beyond being argumentative and idolizing anyone who spoke to me. Oddly, it seemed the majority of people who harassed me had horrible luck or were, themselves, a person of interest.

If you're wondering where I am now, you can subscribe to my YouTube. While I'm nowhere near the greatest musician (and I doubt I ever will be) I'm leagues better than I was when I promoted my stuff here. It's mostly VOCALOID and Synthesizer V covers, but It's fun to do nonetheless. If you're interested in my art, you can follow my Tumblr, but most of it is reblogs of things I find amusing.