2 Six months ago, I talked a little bit about how, oh, yadda yadda tumour messing with my hormones, etc etc. Medicine blah blah blah fixing things. I don’t want to bore you with the details again. Anyway, since then I’ve felt a little different. A little more energetic, a little more wanting to _do_ things. As expected I started to want to dress more, and not just dress – but to also push back, uncomfortably, on some self-imposed boundaries. I’ve always found it difficult to put myself into any category – even calling myself a “crossdresser” was oddly tricky because, […]
