In a week, I will be waking up with some pretty scary-looking bruises, cuts, and stitches, but happier for it. I hope.
But until then, I need to do something with all this tension. So I write.
In July of 2006, I had not yet sorted out my issues, but was thinking of taking female hormones (as in hormones: "yes;" transition: "huh? wuzzat?"). Skimming
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