Immediately got misgendered by chemist when showing my prescription (testosterone). Whatever. She said she’d supply me. I need to get a move on with legally changing my name, but the thought alone consumes me with guilt.
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I suppose “Marina” is painfully female. My mother named me so as a tribute to her brother who drowned at sea while fishing with his crew. Most of her people were fishermen. Still, it feels like a betrayal to both her and him to even consider wiping any record of that name from my documents.
Mar is still ocean-orientated, but just not the same. I do not know. I long for the day where I do not feel as though I am constantly letting someone down.
View from when I visited the pharmacy today.
Thought of you, Gaby. The wind felt nice.
It’s a real beautiful sight. You wouldn’t be letting anybody down by changing your name sweetheart, no matter what they say, you are still putting thought and concern into the very thought of doing so that shows that you care.