Someone near and dear to me explained to me how I might become an emotional basket case when I go on feminizing hormones. It sounds daunting but even so, if that’s part of experiencing femininity in all its glory, I’m all for it.

I’ve been on this stuff for maybe 2 weeks by now.

Yesterday I felt an unusual-for-me need to reminisce about a romantic relationship that ended last year, and as a result, I ended up sitting in a brightly lighted restaurant …  crying, with a waiter looking at me with a “WTF, lady?” expression on his face.

I guess it’s all part of the experience, wow. This could get interesting. There’s certainly a lot to cry about, in terms of people who have come and gone.

Even before I started taking feminizing hormones I’d cry at sad or moving parts in movies. A former girlfriend liked watching the “Mean Girls” movie with me because it fascinated her that I’d always cry during one particular scene in the movie even though I’d seen it SO many times.

Buy stock in the company that makes Kleenex, people … it’s going to do well.

Incidentally, here’s what my big fake boobs and I look like tonight. No, I don’t have a Hitler mustache. It’s a weird shadow effect of the lighting.