Literally in the middle of moving house after 20+ years. Life passes fuzzily before eyes in packing. I have found and ceremonially thrown out eight boy razors (yay). I have also found my olf student card from back when I first tried to transition. Gulp. Looking at that fresh-faced incarnation, I am now horrified by how paranoid I was back then. I think I needed a trans version of "Everyone's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)" (1/2).