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sought out a sad fellow sitting alone while everyone mingled. I kept
watching him across the room, and seeing myself as I was my first
40-plus years, paralyzed by social anxiety and unable to initiate a
conversation. I spent about 15 minutes talking with him, avoiding the
small talk that I knew I always hated. Maybe I was a little invasive and
direct, but he opened up some.
Read that comment, above, and you'll understand why I believe that local trans groups are so important. Long-time blogger, Leslie Ann, has returned with a rare post dealing with her struggles in running Trans Kentucky. All is well that ends well and that has resulted in Leslie's Return of the Mojo.
Thanks for featuring me, Calie! More posts simmering in my brain pan already.
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