Diary

We went to B and Q today.
The last time i went to a DIY store i was still living as a man and felt utterly wretched.
I felt inadequate because this seemed to be a world where i should feel at ease and was not and for some reason felt guilty and ashamed of it.
But this time I felt totally at ease with myself.
Even when someone started staring at me I simply found that amusing.
Transiton has these uexpected pleasures...

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