blood, probable sweat, and eats

Blood: I'm bleeding again Down There, nearly exactly (!) four months after surgery. I'm not worried, but sheesh, can't this be done already? Damn granulation tissue.

Probably sweat: The Merc is having a Goth Prom tonight, and I'm told it's likely to be a sardine scene. I feel a dire need for hanging out with friends and maybe some crowd energy. Besides, after last couple of work weeks I've had with no time to fit in girl maintenance activities, I could use the motivation.

Eats: It's glorious out. Time to walk for pho.

Fallacy where I least expect it?

I was bemoaning my recent lack of success in dating to Nibs the other night when she said, "It's only been a few months."

No. No, it hasn't. I've been at it ever since shortly after Full Time.* Tell me she doesn't subscribe to the common misconception that trans womanhood begins at surgery.


*2100 PST on Dec. 10th, 2010. A date which shall live in infamy. My rebirthday.