The sisters are doing it for themselves. Almost.

It’s been an odd couple of weeks. No hyperbole, but my life tends to go in cycles, if cycles were like the ups and downs of a very tall roller coaster. I’ve said before that I’ve buried the feminine persona within a number of times, and for long periods of time, and I’ve felt happy… Continue reading The sisters are doing it for themselves. Almost.

Retro-spective….

So, it’s been a week exactly since I was tottering around on black patent heels in a crowded trans-nightclub, in equal parts stunned and terrified. And I’ve been thinking a lot about Sarah, life, the universe, you know, all the trivial things. Normally at this point I’d flutter my eyelashes, sigh, and say it is… Continue reading Retro-spective….