Halloween and hormones

I took the bus, whence I saw a rainbow, to the train, whence I saw a gorgeous sunset, to another bus to a Halloween-plus-birthday party at chez J, a lady I've been on exactly one date with. If you've ever been to any events run by the Nerdy Seattle Poly Posse (Acronym? Nispie.) you know what it was like, because it was many of the same people. I hadn't seen some of them since before the pandemic and later had to ask Funny Lady who the hell they were because as ever, they knew me. It was fun, yet mellow and not as hardcore about wardrobe as my beloved People in Black. My party will be less mellow; I've already ordered the sushi.

That was the Halloween part. This is the hormones part: I haven't found a hair on my face or under my chin that I could pluck in about a week. It's been forty years since that happened. I have no complaints, to say the least. The literature, at least the older literature that I read long ago, said that while hormones may change the texture of your hair, they won't make it go away from a significant portion of your body. Maybe I'm a walking refutation of that.

But that isn't the only possibly effect of hormones I've noticed recently. ( It's under a cut for discussion of trans woman bits. )

I had a nightmare about layoffs at work. Arg.