I don’t feel like I’m in my forties, until I think about what it’s like to flirt with someone in their twenties, and then I hunch over and grow liver spots and stamp my cane until someone brings me puréed beef.

But seriously, I may be in the second half of my life, but I’m still adorable as heck. Plus HRT rolls back a decade.

When I’m eighty, I’m gonna be a badass tranma. 🐢