Good morning, everyone! We’re up and are caffeinatting ourselves. Not much to say this morning, except I did a piss-poor job washing my face last night. I looked like a raccoon this morning.
I’m fixing to fry up a bunch of bacon to go with the Cherokee Purple tomato I got yesterday.
Mmmm… BLTs… drool drool drool
Dinner will be fettuccine Alfredo as Spike requested. This will require a trip to the publix for fresh fettuccine.
I’m still riding the high from last night. I love the feeling of freedom from The Weight I get when presenting authenticly. The fact I was complemented three separate times on how I looked didn’t hurt either. Maus never heard “I love your hair,” or “Those are really cute boots.”
Will I ever love being trans? Probably not. Will I ever love being myself? As Gimli said, “Aye. That I could.”