A quarter century
Submitted by Robyn on Sat, 09/30/2017 - 2:50amOne quarter of a century. Twenty-five years ago today. That's when I began my transition.
It also would have been my father's 68th birthday, had he not died a third of a year before his 60th and about a year after my mother. Them dying, as well as their parents, was intimately involved with me waiting until I was 44. Wouldn't want to embarrass the family.
I also waited until I had earned tenure. It seemed prudent.




