Loving the sight of my developing form in clothes that fit it. Wearing non-black for first time since Ancient Sumeria. Inanna is with me.
I suppose she is, at that. I think perhaps now the emotion effects are slowly arriving. Things I feel linger like object permanence was a thing for them.
Also just remembered how I used to avoid any personal pronouns for myself, and how I couldn’t say how I felt when asked. Part affectation. Part probably dissociation.
lost in transition 