Ten days ago I had The Conversation with my parents. By which I mean I told them I'm getting therapy for gender identity and transitions.
At the time, Mother took it amazingly well. Dad plotzed.
Now, Mother is ignoring my emails and Dad is cheerily emailing me as though The Conversation never happened.
Also, therapy is pretty dumb. It's like blogging, except you have to say words with your face and pay fucktons of money for the privilege.
Meanwhile, the grad school workload is kicking my ass, so you'll forgive us if the updates here are a little sparse. I'll still be pumping out something for Bitch Flicks on a weekly basis.