I really shouldn't read about chest reconstruction after supper.
The one good thing about going manic AND coming out as male is that I got to say I identified as male before doing all my stupid shit and vacillating and being a general creep and then be all "Oh yeah, I'm still a guy. A STUPID GUY! OH MAN SO STUPID!" But I still think there was something interesting in all of this . . .
Like the fact that fuck it, when I have manic psychosis, for some reason Nina Hagen and The Doors make sense.