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Escaping into books again. Yesterday I read Almost Perfect by Brian Katcher, about a guy learning to become a trans ally. And before that I read Eating Pomegranates: A Memoir of Mothers, Daughters and Genes, which is an autobiographical account of breast cancer, families and genetics by Sarah Gabriel.
Next up is How to Talk to a Widower, by Jonathan Tropper, and Dear Everybody by Michael Kimball.
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… as one of my colleagues said of me today. I don’t know whether to feel cynical or sad or amused or flattered or touched.
You know when you recognise yourself in a song? And it’s just… this is how I feel, or how I’m trying to feel.
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Let me curl up in a corner, let me rest my head on my knees, let me sit, let me be alone, leave me to my thoughts.