allow me a short deviation.
on thursday, we had my father’s funeral here, at the cathedral of st. paul (minnesota). my dad died of cancer-related complications. he was 64 years old. but he was very well-known and had lots of connections and friends, so there were more than 600 people at this funeral.
the day was beautiful, but trust me, nothing’s stranger than being in the middle of a gender transition and having to talk to hundreds of people you haven’t seen in months/years/centuries. some of them knew i was a girl. some still saw me as a guy (how?!). and some didn’t know what to think.
also, i was talking during reception and after-event at my parents’ house for like 10 hours straight and now my voice is utterly gone. :-/ at least right now i can just tell people i lost my voice and then i don’t have to be so focused on whether it sounds womanly enough …
ok, back at it.