In the fall of 2010, I told a therapist that I didn’t occupy enough space. I didn’t project out into space enough. She empathized with me, and she told me that as a trans woman, she had been distressed by occupying too much space. We were talking about our genitals, but we could have been talking about the summation of our experience as trans people. At the end of our session, she gave me a letter approving me for hormone replacement therapy. It was a purely transactional relationship – I needed the letter to start hormones, and I never intended to see her again. She was very kind, and I remember her face clearly.
The first dotd doodle, drawn between chores. Also pictured : the disgusting Coke Zero I had been drinking. Inspiration : feeling small and insignificant.
dotd (dick of the day, a blog) 