Heh.

Today my mother, complaining about my father, made the comment "Men are filthy." Then she looked at me and added "Sorry." And it is ridiculous how much that meant to me. It made me grin like a ninny for about five minutes afterwards, and I'm smiling again thinking about it.

My voice seems to be doing this going away thing again. I talked in my habitual register most of the last few days, because of being in different surroundings, and I think I may have irritated my voice or something.

Arm hair is darker and longer today than it was three days ago, I'm sure of it.

I feel like while I was away these last few days I didn't pass at all. Maybe I was just less confident in different surroundings. Maybe I reverted to feminine mannerisms because of stress. Maybe there's just more butch dykes over there so a fem queer trans boy is less likely to pass. I don't know. Oh well, it will happen eventually.