Mature v. Old: Differentiate. Discuss.

I had a better narrative written here, but have decided not to post that. I find it too revealing; not necessarily of myself, but of others. I don’t know how these people would react, if they were to read such an in-depth story of our interactions in such a public space. This, of course, assumes that the individuals involved know of this thing’s existence and check it with any sort of frequency ever. However, I’ve gotten my ass bitten severely by assuming otherwise in the past, so I figured I’d play it safe[r] this time.

T-Phobes’ Resurgence.

My first encounter with transphobia [that I would primarily classify as such] in London;

Check-In.

It’s been just over a week that I’ve spent in London at this point, and I thought that I’d venture into the realm of the too-personal, too-awkward, too-everything realm of my mental health. Don’t read on if you’re not comfortable, but do know that there’s a rewarding little bit about the excitement to come if you do read on.