Eyelashes

This morning I had coffee with the sister from Vancouver who 16 years ago wanted to call the pope and have me undergo an exorcism. Of course she is embarrassed about it now and laughs. It wasn't so funny for me back then as I was starting to undergo treatment at the Montréal General gender identity clinic and my marriage was falling apart.

Now I am coming back on the bus from lunch with an ex-colleague who was telling me about yet another transgender person in my old office. This time it's someone in their late twenties going female to male. 

I ask my friend if anyone even bats an eyelash. Absolutely no one she responds.

C'est un nouveau monde.