I write because I write. Seemingly, there is not much left to say – not much that I can gracefully share. Still a woman, which is about the triteest thing I can think of saying. But that’s what it boils down to. That and a belief that whatever gender you are, that’s the gender you’re gonna be, when you’re ready, or die trying. No one is going to like it, but you’ll meet new people who like you the way you’ve become. They may even take you behind the brunch joint and all intervene on you like It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia about how you have no self esteem and need to cut that shit out. I was touched, really.
When I got home, I reprised a mental exercise, think a happy thought. I can always think of something. Tonight it just doesn’t matter; nothing does. And that makes me very, very happy.