It’s been a hell of a semester, but I am indeed still alive. K just came for a wonderful visit, in fact, all the way from Thailand, and she and J seemed to get along brilliantly. I can’t really describe the peace and joy that comes from that.

I’m still slowly pushing the envelope on gender identity: I’m somewhat more public about myself at work, with people who matter to me knowing about it. I’m progressively dressing more femme, finding myself dissatisfied with my fall attire—so much of it is so boy. Working on that. It’ll be a slow process of several years, I’m sure, turning this over.

Other than that, I’m doing my best to ignore the forthcoming election (I’ve already voted as my state has early voting), be me, and try to grade this monumental pile of stuff. Ugh. Who assigned all of this anyways?