I have stayed away from forums, online conversation, dressing, etc. (pretty much the whole nine yards) for several months with the hope that IT would just fade away like early morning fog. Pink fog is obviously made of sterner stuff. I have tried to move on by filling my life with so much to think about and do that there simply isn't room for in my life for dysphoria, but despite my best efforts IT crowds its way its way into my consciousness. Sometimes it is just a gentle whisper. Today it is a full-blown roar. What is a body to to do? I suppose at some juncture I invited IT into my life to fill a void and from time to time through the years I have toyed with IT, to a certain extent nurtured IT and even occasionally embraced IT as simply part of who I am. This is one genie that simply refuses to go back in the bottle. Once again, what is a body?