1. I think I’m beginning to realize that I feel more genderqueer than “classic trans.” I really want to buzz my (thinning, receding) hair again to reclaim my ownership of identity and appearance. I’d love to wear androgynous, body-conscious clothing in layered shades of black and grey, have pierced ears and plucked brows, remove my beard permanently, shave my head, keep my name, not have to fake a voice, save my money, avoid dangerous medical procedures, love my wife, love my self.

2. I put a finger on the feeling of anxiety I have surrounding blogging, using facebook, flickr, twitter, or any of the other Web 2.0 standard practices. I hate feeling guilty for not producing content. So I’m stopping as of now, because it’s OK to not participate in the grand sharing of every moment of my life with the world. I can have secrets.

3. I’m exploring DJing again, something I swore I was through with when I sold off the last pair of turntables. Thank goodness you can do it all on the computer now. I’m really looking forward to rocking my sister’s birthday party, and the release from needing to keep up with the latest and greatest that I used to practice as a techno DJ is exciting. I can play across multiple decades and genres guided not by egos to be stroked but by hips to be shaken.