Love and hormones–and whatever else comes up.
A funny thing happened on the way to the hormone treatment . . .
Let’s back that up just a little bit, because most of this happened long before I started hormones, long before I started writing. Actually, it started when I was a kid. I was what you’d say, “emotional.” That’s what parents say when you cry a lot. And I used to cry a lot. Like all the time. Stub my toe? I’d cry. Didn’t like what I was wearing? I’d cry. Weather changed? I’d cry. Though I loved the rain. I loved to take walks in the rain, because it was so relaxing . . .
There are some who’d read that and say, “Wow! Sounds just like a girl.” Duh. You’re catching on, aren’t you? Yeah, that was one of those things, back when I was about seven or eight, when I realized that, in the immortal…
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