I have a transgender friend, ftm, and only just started reading his online journal of his experiences last night. Fascinating stuff. Whoever knew 'passing' in public toilets could be so fraught with drama? It makes me very aware of how complacently happy I am being female, and how weird and scary it must be to be stuck somewhere in between. Now, if I could only stop calling him 'her' in social situations... I can switch easily from 'Hannah' to 'Joel', but the pronouns sneak up on you all unawares, especially if you've had a few.

(Rachael will scorn me for that 'few'. She knows I can only ever drink two pints, max. I'm an alcoholic lightweight.)