30-ish, crazy for dogs, plants, and books. Tikkun olam or bust.
My father is accepting, but in a very stoic “never mention it ever again” sort of way. Short (but heartfelt) written notes in cards at holidays and 2-3 minute calls on the weekend tell me he loves me, but our relationship became noticeably more strained after I came out and changed my name.
Really putting evil front and center this time, huh.
I can’t imagine the horror of dying or losing a loved one this way. May all their memories be blessings for their families.
Fuck this loser. Good on his neighbors.
I have nothing I feel is of substance to say except a huge THANK YOU!
He’s a little older than me, and his transition (especially since he was so public performing womanhood for so long) hit so close to home for me as I began mine. I’m really excited to read his book and consider him something of a personal hero; for the most part I don’t really care about queer narratives much, but this I do.