Well.
I'm 43 years old now.
30 minutes ago the state officially revoked my gender marker and reassigned me to M.
And you know what, fuck em. I respect that institution as much as it respects me, and my identity doesn't hinge on government approval.
They/them, may/hem, etc.
I had just enough money left to buy a little nice lunch, and a little cake. So I'm having a little treat for myself, and I'm happy with that. Not bad for someone who never expected to make it to 30.
