New eBay auctions up. Chapbooks Liquor for Christmas and The H.O.G. Syndrome, hardcovers Plastic Jesus, The Value of X, and Antediluvian Tales, and, since the last one did so well, another deluxe tenth-anniversary edition of Lost Souls. Thanks again, y'all.
Chris and I talked. We still love each other. Nothing has been decided. Everyone's heart is broken. Not much more to say on this subject. I will say, because it's not terribly personal to the subject at hand and Chris doesn't mind being part of a Teaching Moment™, that I was appalled when he, a cisgender male, expressed his belief that having been with me for so long somehow negated or lessened his cis privilege. I was able to explain why it doesn't work that way, but I was also surprised that someone so close to me believed in the myth that knowing, dating, or even marrying a trans person conveys some sort of magical honorary transness. It doesn't. It probably makes you a hell of a lot better ally, and that's great, but it doesn't change one iota of how much your life is eased by your own body/gender match.