One year today...well, yesterday.

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It was a year ago yesterday that I woke up in the recovery room. Post-op. I remember saying it to myself, quietly.

We're having a big party tonight. Friends coming from all over. One wrote me a poem/blessing, in honour of the day (that'd be northbard, long may his flagon be full).

We're calling the occasion Muffing Day (as in, the day I got muffed).

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A Muffing Day poem/blessing for you :

Spin the wheel, a bio-hex
And make concave what was convex
Transform, subvert all lines of sex
Body-fate to be, be perplexed

Tears and wrongness wash away
As real-life matches dreams and play
Rightness wrought will always stay
Blessed cunt, on muffing day

- northbard, 09.09.05

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Sometimes, we fret about how hard it is to fit in, how difficult it can be, how lonely. I wanted to post this to remind you, if you're in that fretting spot, to remind you that it =can= go right. You can have dozens of friends who adore you, who are nothing but thrilled for your transition. A partner who loves me more than anything, and who's been with me nine long hard years, and one long happy one. It can happen. Don't give up hope.