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I walked seventy-two (72) blocks, i.e. over three and a half miles, in the glorious sun yesterday. I said a brief yeau to C, the hostess of many once and hopefully future Goth summer barbecues. The best part: no sunburn thanks to the SPF 50 that I got for )'(, no blisters, and no sore bunion or knees. I do need to get a heel replaced on the Fluevog Truth Brittany boots that I was wearing, though; I got them in '18 and I've done a lot of walking in them in Seattle and San Francisco.
And you may remember that I started taking progesterone back in September. It's doing what it's meant to do. I started out with breasts that were, in the words of another transgender woman when talking about herself, pointy and flappy. They had a lot of concavities to them, but those are disappearing at satisfying speed. I'm not sure if this is the sort of explosion that some of my cisgender friends reported in their teens, but it's fast enough for me. I think I'll be satisfied with my boobs, really, if they don't grow another cup size but the shape fills out.
And you may remember that I started taking progesterone back in September. It's doing what it's meant to do. I started out with breasts that were, in the words of another transgender woman when talking about herself, pointy and flappy. They had a lot of concavities to them, but those are disappearing at satisfying speed. I'm not sure if this is the sort of explosion that some of my cisgender friends reported in their teens, but it's fast enough for me. I think I'll be satisfied with my boobs, really, if they don't grow another cup size but the shape fills out.
