Respect, you fail it.

Background, because I'm not sure I've mentioned A (as always, no full name to protect the guilty) before. He and I met randomly when I was a freshman. We tried being friends for a while, but we had nothing in common and, frankly, he’s kind of a creeper, so I’ve been avoiding him as much as possible since.

Yesterday, he showed up on Facebook chat wondering about my Facebook name change, but he’d left before I came back and could explain it to him.

Last night is the rage.

( Privilege check on aisle five... )

Crossposted to tranny_rage.

Last therapy session of the year, and...

Don't have a letter (apparently finals week is really, really busy for the campus counseling center; who'da thunk it?), but I've got a "release of confidential information" form that's a huge step in the right direction. I'm gonna see what I can do about getting a doctor's appointment or otherwise asking my GP if she'll prescribe me, and at least getting the blood tests done over the break. (God knows I'll probably be getting blood tests done anyway. Stupid anemia.) And Bryan gave me a second copy of the form, too, in case my GP wouldn't do it but I found a different doctor/endo who would.

Just... wow. I'm not even sure how to describe how this feels right now. It feels nice, though. Light, almost. Not what I would normally call happy -- you know, that manic fanboy type of glee -- but maybe this is what "happy" really is. Could be.