[Error: unknown template qotd]Once I composed myself I knew I had to answer this writer's block. I'm sorry, but I have to.
I do miss the ease I used to have in multi-thinking/tasking. I miss smelling sweet rather than sour. Attending the Pleasure Palace. The fellow lesbian nod on the subway. Being recognized in queer literature and events. Not having to explain my body, my identity, fiddle with words. A lower hairline. Not having people pick on me for my body hair/fur. I miss my old singing range. Not having scar tissue. Not having to take neuropathic medication.
I don't miss the periods, the cramps, the bras, the pain when I forgot to wear one, binding, or having to spend money on tampons/pads/etc. (Yes, I am familiar with keeper cups but that was never going to happen, however much of an environmentalist Canadian culture might yet make me.) I don't miss full time systemic sexism. I don't miss being presumed pregnant every time I went to the doctor. I don't miss my old speaking voice.
I do miss the ease I used to have in multi-thinking/tasking. I miss smelling sweet rather than sour. Attending the Pleasure Palace. The fellow lesbian nod on the subway. Being recognized in queer literature and events. Not having to explain my body, my identity, fiddle with words. A lower hairline. Not having people pick on me for my body hair/fur. I miss my old singing range. Not having scar tissue. Not having to take neuropathic medication.
I don't miss the periods, the cramps, the bras, the pain when I forgot to wear one, binding, or having to spend money on tampons/pads/etc. (Yes, I am familiar with keeper cups but that was never going to happen, however much of an environmentalist Canadian culture might yet make me.) I don't miss full time systemic sexism. I don't miss being presumed pregnant every time I went to the doctor. I don't miss my old speaking voice.