Sometimes, on the phone or when seen from the back, I am addressed as a woman. These days, I beam when that happens. When I was young, it scared me, and was one of the reasons I grew a beard. I would be surprised if anyone, seeing my full beard addressed me other than 'he', regardless of who I am within.
One advance on the androgynous front is that my teen-aged, college-accepted daughter has changed her mind about my red shoes, and thinks, now, I should bring them to Orlando next week. Orlando? My wife and I will be married 20 years the first day of Spring, and three daughters, one son-in-law, and three grandchildren will meet theree to enjoy being together in the parks, um Gottes willen.
The problem is the finestride I've been taking to grow breasts and shrink the prostate hasn't been working fast enough, so my kidney function has been impaired. Thursday, they catheterized me, which makes me painfully aware of my male appendage and severely cramps my style. I hope the doctors decide to remove the catheter soon, and, if they decide to operate, can let me go to Orlando intact. Nero, emperor and master questioner, I need some of your courage. And happy birthday Zythyra, you youngster!
Simone