To your broader points, John…

I spent 48 long gruelling years in Manland. Fuck. I tried for a few months, for my wife’s sake, to wake the tightrope of being ‘him’ most of the time. I’m more than done.

It’d be so easy for me to be misandrist, because, as you rightly point out, so much of this shit is easily avoided or opted out of. If a man merely exerts the strength of character.

I flattered myself for decades I was one of the ‘good men’. Then I learned the truth and I felt adrift, wondering if any ‘good men’ actually exist. It wasn’t a title I could claim in any good conscience a moment longer.

But you, yes, modest you, John. And other beautiful men I now know give hope.

Thank you again.

Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Witch. Poet. Slut. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.