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I was chatting with Alex this afternoon.
That I’d said this didn’t register until about an hour later:
” … being a woman … ”
Originally I knew Alex as Sendy. Sendy was a boy so I never refer to her or - anymore - even think of her as Sendy. If it weren’t for the continuity of voice and mind it would be as if Sendy has died. Which he has in a way for me. At least for now.
Alex-Alexandra-Sendy hasn’t reached a final self-definition. I’ll be there for whoever she or he is.
The mind adapts.
