I’ve gone through some stuff. In my time, I’ve been a daughter and a wife and a girlfriend, but not a mother, no matter how much I tried. I live with another woman now, and these are the best years of my life. I’ve been in loving relationships and abusive ones, and some that should have ended up on a tawdry talk show. I’ve been the wife of a crossdresser and crossdressed myself. I’ve been molested as a child and raped as a young adult, pushed down a flight of stairs and had my finger broken by an ex-boyfriend who still makes a point of popping up in my life from time to time, 23 years after the fact. I’ve been a political activist as a student, and I remain political today. Like I said, I’ve gone through some stuff. And it’s time to make some sense of it all.