Robyn-Jane has a blind date. As with anyone approaching a first date, she's experiencing a turmoil of preparation, what look to pursue, which shoes to wear, and will he take her seriously as a woman.
As she says: "Is this beginning to sound more like 'Mission Impossible' than a date?".
For her it's the culmination of six years in transition. But what about him? Just another day at the GIC for her new psychiatrist, the man who has the power to authorise her GRS.
Wish her luck, over at Retrobassgirl.
Solstice Scribblings
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As I type this, the sun has set on the shortest day of the year. This
entry will be a mish mash of bits I've written over the past few months,
some stuf...
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