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till the cows come home

One of the lovely things about this subject is that people can argue about what it means for hours or even days and get absolutely nowhere. The simple truth is that we have very little understanding of it. We observe gender dysphoric people and we document their behaviour in studies. Some transition, some don't and some even detransition. There seems to be no predictable pattern to it and as Lynn Conway says "We only know where we are today".

If this were an exact science we could look at a brain scan or an x-ray and state conclusively what we were facing. Of course we can't so we argue amongst ourselves because by our very nature we are flawed, scared and insecure. We are human.

Today I am 52 years old and I am happy. It's a good age for me and while I don't physically look it (or so they tell me), I am benefiting from the wisdom and experience that I have amassed over that time.

Friday night, N bought me birthday dinner and, as I looked at the beautiful face of the woman who loves me as I am, I was very glad.


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  1. Happy Birthday, Joanna. :)

    Hugs,
    Cass

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  2. A sign of your amazing commitment is that you don't even have a day off on your birthday! My best wishes for the year ahead Joanna.

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  3. I'm sorry I missed your birthday Joanna,
    I was on an intergalactic cruise in my office at the time...
    I must congratulate you on your thought provoking blog,
    and I look forward to arguing with you for many years of come...
    All the best for the future
    Love
    Abigale

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  4. Think nothing of it Abi and argue away!! ha ha

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