Sunday I walked into the Shuswap River near the Trinity Valley Bridge and got baptized. I've been grieving Kenneth Logan Anderson. That false identity was something I hid behind, even after accepting that rearranging the skin on my body hadn't magically changed me into a man. Letting go of that false facade has been a long process. Now it's the long journey back to myself. I can already feel the changes as my body responds to estrogen. Due to the hysterectomy I underwent in '06 I will always be reliant on a prescription.
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