Blahaj Around My Neck
I don’t particularly recall when a blahaj started to appear around my neck.
Tales of derring do from the edge of gender boundaries. Involves fluffy sharks and foot-tapping music.
I don’t particularly recall when a blahaj started to appear around my neck.
And then there are times when a blahaj pops out of nowhere and chases you across the world with the persistence of a leopard on prowl. A musing on how persistent gender dysphoria is, and how difficult gender euphoria can be.