I went to Portland this weekend. Nothing terribly gender related, except I made a point of using the Amtrak Station ladies' room for the last time. The terrible florescent lights in there are superb. And I went to a superhero themed party as Super Gay. I had really good gaydar, could turn people gay with my rainbow lasers, and also I could fly.
I both am and am not feeling the T. Nothing seems remarkably different, but just imperceptibly, slightly different. I feel more "present in my body," as the hippies say, in that I have more energy and am really into stretching all of a sudden. Plus my voice feels imaginarily deeper, and I certainly smelled like a teenage boy when I got home from PDX last night.
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