It’s been a hard week, but some things have rescued me from the abyss. One was a single word, the power of which can’t be underestimated. Another was seeing micro.blog posts by people I follow. It’s so amazing to see them look at the world we live in and react thoughtfully to it. There is hope. 🩷

Then Dawn arose from bed beside Tithonus to bring new light to deathless gods and mortals (Iliad, 11:1-2)

Swung back today. Wore my pride shirt proudly and clothes that express who I am. Was out at a Home Depot and a BJs, also filled up my car. It’s sad (and great) that little moments where I can just be a person are so wonderful.

First time painting my fingernails. I’ve done toes before but never fingernails. It’s eye opening. To my sisters, I can only say how powerful it is. I’m not afraid. Sounds silly but it’s not. We are here and we will not go away. Ever.

It’s such a wonderful feeling to have this urgent need to tell people about me. I’ve kept things bottled up so long that it’s exhilarating to be less secretive, more open, more proud.

Crying I am so happy. Trans joy is possible in these times. I swear it’s true. Some care about us. And that is something powerful.

It’s amazing how a simple thing like painting your toenails with a new color can heighten a day and brighten a mood. 🩷