All of a sudden it seems, the first month of 2021 has come and gone. I’m not happy to report, the month of January has been more of the same.
In fact, the only time I have been out of the house was to take one of our very sick cats to the veterinarian for help that never came. He had to to be put down sadly, as he was declining quickly. So you can tell, the trip was far from a social one. To make matters worse, we even backed out on going on a paranormal ghost hunting trip in a nearby town in Kentucky in an old opera house. We weren’t worried about the catching the “Covid” from the ghosts but didn’t really trust the so called safety measures by the organizer.
I know I am fortunate in that I really don’t need much feedback to reinforce my authentic gender. Even so, public feedback helps my gender dysphoria, especially if it is positive (of course.)
The light at the end of the tunnel is the vaccine. Which for me should be available in the coming weeks. The way I am looking at getting stabbed is, in order for me to get both shots, it will at least take another two months.
To put it all in perspective, when March rolls around, Liz and I have only been out to socialize at all three times in the year gone by.
The way I look at it too, I will not take it for granted when I get to go out in the public again.