I've lived as a woman for 7 years now. Came out to family a year before that. And yet, the questions are only NOW being aske3d. What were they afraid of: that I'd bite their head off? Oh well, at least they're asking. Especially Teri, the sister I'm now living with. She keeps saying: "I just don't get it." But she introduces me to everyone as her sister--one of the words I've wanted to hear all my life. (The other is daughter. Another sister (I have four) sends me earrings and nightgowns for christmas, but she doesn't know where to start either. And Kim is wrapped up in religious faith, and though she uses the pronouns, I know she thinks of this as a big sin.
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