Is it really April already? On occasion I feel as if time does fly when you are doing very little.
Easter, which we don't really celebrate has come and gone. As it was never a major emphasis when I was was young, even I didn't spend much time or effort thinking about what my girl cousins were wearing because I never saw them. Plus there was only one girl in our neighborhood. For once there there were fewer feminine distractions to fuel my gender dysphoria.
So now as I try not to revert into another mundane post concerning the shape of my thighs, at the least I have a chance to look ahead to a few events on the horizon. The first one is my twice a month visit with my VA therapist on Tuesday. Normally we converse nearly 45 minutes to make sure I am not thinking of hurting myself or someone else.
Picture from a Martial Arts Banquet Liz and I went to years ago. I felt extremely out of place. |