Right this way Sir-ma'am

Judy wants me to blog her mistakes. We are traveling to two library conferences this week and doing a lot of talking and introducing ourselves. She feels guilty for getting my name and gender wrong. I keep telling her it's ok. She is making an effort and gets it right 80% of the time. [She says she gets it right 50% of the time and that me saying 80 is generous.] I think, as Jennifer Finney Boylan wrote 'unlearning is hard'. It has been interesting traveling out of the small town where most everyone knows me. I have been 'sir' to most all clerks, flight attendants and waitresses. Kinda nice. I even used the public men's room. Weird little things that make me happy. Passing is a weird thing. It is nice to be seen as I feel. Now I just need to figure out what being a man means in this world and in my head and heart.

Right...they are doctors because they went to MEDICAL SCHOOL

So I fucked up... Yeah it was stupid and no as a matter of fact I won't do it again. See I was thinking (I do that occasionally) with my testosterone shots, being that 10 cc's of the stuff come in a bottle and I take 1 cc every two weeks except for the first time...the first shot was only ½ a cc. And that, in my highly mathematical mind meant I would have a ½ cc “extra” in the bottle and well I might as well use it. Yeah, well I was thinking ½ a cc was hardly anything. I was thinking it would maybe speed everything up. What it did was make me hyper emotional. Made it extra hard not to fly off the handle. It only lasted a few days.