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It's the subtlety of scent. Not just the link to the past, but the soft chemistry. For example, I largely stopped sleeping with boys when we started to get older and they started smelling like men. How incredibly disappointing. Just when we were starting to get better at it, too.
I enjoy anatomies, obviously, but whatever I say here, I prefer people to even the most cleanly severed and arranged piles of meat.
I came out at work yesterday to some of the people who matter, and, at long last, my name is on my name tag. I'm good at guilt, but I wouldn't recognize shame if it spit on me. I quite enjoy being what I am. I enjoy being brash about it. But defining it, pulling someone aside and explaining, "Pardon me, but these are my true ribs, my false ribs, and floating; this is the bit of my spine that doesn't work; and here, the small indent above my eyebrow," as if anyone had any reason to care. It just doesn't seem civil.
Some amusing notes: I think I described myself as "a bit of a tranny." Besides realizing, as the words fell out of my mouth, the utter uselessness of my explaining to one of the overlords that I'm uninterested in passing, and the added embarrassment that it could, potentially, be read as some sort of an excuse, the horror, it's nice to know that I'm deeply, happily not-trans-enough, even when in the act of articulating it and challenging a system because of it.
I enjoy anatomies, obviously, but whatever I say here, I prefer people to even the most cleanly severed and arranged piles of meat.
I came out at work yesterday to some of the people who matter, and, at long last, my name is on my name tag. I'm good at guilt, but I wouldn't recognize shame if it spit on me. I quite enjoy being what I am. I enjoy being brash about it. But defining it, pulling someone aside and explaining, "Pardon me, but these are my true ribs, my false ribs, and floating; this is the bit of my spine that doesn't work; and here, the small indent above my eyebrow," as if anyone had any reason to care. It just doesn't seem civil.
Some amusing notes: I think I described myself as "a bit of a tranny." Besides realizing, as the words fell out of my mouth, the utter uselessness of my explaining to one of the overlords that I'm uninterested in passing, and the added embarrassment that it could, potentially, be read as some sort of an excuse, the horror, it's nice to know that I'm deeply, happily not-trans-enough, even when in the act of articulating it and challenging a system because of it.
