Friday night girls

Twice a month Louise, Nicole and I get together for a kind of happy hour at Louise's place. We drink some white wine, talk and listen to music.

These ladies don't know I am trans and I haven't felt the compulsion to tell them. It just didn't come up although I would admit to it if asked.

In this situation years ago I might have felt like a fraud and yet today I just feel like it's just three human beings sharing an experience where so much of what is said is universal. It's yet another situation which has made me realize even more how we can put too much emphasis on differences rather than on similarities.


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