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Sleep And A Book Are Good Medicine

So after not crying, I went back to bed and slept for most of the day. When I woke up, I found that I no longer gave a shit about the thing that had hurt me, and pretty much felt fine. This is also unlike me, as I've always been a world-class brooder and dweller-upon. Or I should say Poppy was a world-class brooder and dweller-upon -- maybe Billy isn't. That would be refreshing.

I didn't cry while watching footage of the tragedies in Norway either, though I felt (and feel) terrible about it. This is the kind of thing that has consistently made me tear up since the post-K federal flood. I don't know. Testosterone is turning out to be very interesting.

I'm not awake enough for cogent literary commentary, but I'd like to take a minute to recommend the collection We're All In This Together by Owen King. The title novella in particular is one of the best stories I've read in recent memory. I thought the book was new, but after someone on my Twitter feed said they'd read it a few years ago, I noticed that it was published in 2005. Granted, I missed a lot of things in 2005, but I'm surprised that it took me six more years to find out about this book. I also noted that (A) the book has an extremely non-eye-catching cover and (B) King hasn't published anything in book form since. Maybe he's just not a prolific writer, nothing wrong with that, but I hope his publishers didn't drop the ball on this book. I suspect cover art is becoming less important as the bookstores shut down and the business moves more toward online/e-book sales, but it was still fairly important in 2005.


Jul. 24th, 2011 04:20 pm (UTC)
An MTF friend of mine said that starting estrogen allowed her to finally cry, feel and release her emotions.

Seems there are few, if any, happy mediums on this big, blue marble.

I would love to try T, just to see what it feels like and live on the gas that runs these other humans. I don't think I'm up for risking the hormonal whack to my system though and growing hairz on my face, ew.

I can totally see you as a Billy.

I am the Brood Master. I've wasted too much life time on it actually. I can cry up a Danube also, 'til I get a migraine and that sucks. I hate it that headaches stand between me and processing/expressing my emotions.

Edited at 2011-07-24 04:23 pm (UTC)

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