So. I have a public blog. I don't say squat about me, there. I don't say much of anything, there, these days, in fact.
I have a private journal. I say plenty about me, there. I say plenty about other actual people who touch my life and might not want mentioning and who might be best left unassociated with me, there.
I do / see / consume day-to-day, stuff-I've-always-done stuff, and it goes on the public blog.
I think about anything trans and it goes into the journal. Gotta keep the records, y'know.
I want to publish anything about living through the first tremors of a transition, reading things that move me in any t fashion, or my exploding [that is, expanding] conception of t, itself, and there's nowhere for it to go.
Except, well, now there is. How nice.
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