November 22. To realize that the customer just didn’t think of anything and I have to think of everything for them. Okay, bring it on.

I fire flashes of light at my skin to kill hair roots. The skin reddens a little, a grid of the spots where I held the flash unit. I’m sure that will go away, right? It is not possible to do any lasting damage to the skin, especially not with a few flashes of light. Everything heals again. I am indestructible.

While shopping today, J saw a trans woman here in Newburgh for the first time. She thinks that’s brave in an environment like this, in the countryside. I have no instinct for any such danger. Some of the things I wear in Manhattan don’t fit here. Maybe that’s why I should continue wearing them anyway.