I wasn't going to post this but after seeing what I look like after putting up a tent without a hammer in 90° heat (Fahrenheit you sadists! It's not close to boiling, it only feels like it.) I decided to own it.
Now I'm off to find a hammer, dinner, and a cold beer!
Why the hammer? I still have stakes to pound, the ones I got in are only partially in, and in two days I have to pull them all up.
If I leave it like it is my new address will be:
15 Yellow Brick Road
Munchkinland, Oz
(Not the nice one that has Cindy. The other one, and I don't feel like having to fight for my place as one of the Cardinal Witches.)

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April 22, 2015, the day of my first face to face pass in gender neutral clothes and no makeup. It may be months to the next one, but I'm good with that!
Being transgender is just a phase. It hardly ever starts before conception and always ends promptly at death.
They say the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train. I say, climb aboard!
Think outside the voice box!