still here
I'm not sure I'm quite ready to be a quarter century old, but I am pleased about my continued survival.
Today I finished reading this Trans Jew zine (link death, noes!) that was written ten years ago. Found some strange parallels: Wanting new language. The new language of then is old language now. He was 26, I am 25. Similar thoughts, wishes, wants, but diff identities. Ten years ago I thought of myself as a boy, which maybe is why I don't now (I'm not a boy anymore, even if I'm still trying to grow facial hair.) Emerging from dark years into dark days, a festival of light.
I like the image of sewing on the cover. My fingers hurt. Also, I am tired.
Today I finished reading this Trans Jew zine (link death, noes!) that was written ten years ago. Found some strange parallels: Wanting new language. The new language of then is old language now. He was 26, I am 25. Similar thoughts, wishes, wants, but diff identities. Ten years ago I thought of myself as a boy, which maybe is why I don't now (I'm not a boy anymore, even if I'm still trying to grow facial hair.) Emerging from dark years into dark days, a festival of light.
I like the image of sewing on the cover. My fingers hurt. Also, I am tired.