Commencing Countdown. Engines On.

Mrs. Leslie has requested a talk when she gets home from work at roughly midnight. I think we'll go out for food, and then quickly lose our appetite as we again disappoint one another.

I have absorbed the thoughtful comments, and while I might mention the pronoun thing, I won't push it. I would like her to use the name Leslie, not to my face, but when referring to that bothersome presence that she knows lurks in the shadows, the elephant in the room. That entity that she has never met.

The book, though, is a real test for her. How badly does she want me back in the sack? A month earlier? The things I've highlighted in True Selves are the anecdotes that conform most closely to my own experience. I want her to get a little taste of what being TG means. I'm not trying to prove a point, just let her try on my shoes for a bit. Only fair, as often as I've worn hers.

If I don't post again later tonight, we've either bloodied one another or we're cuddling in bed. If I do post, then the talk went badly, and I'm feeling a cold draft. Catch you later.