At my mum’s now. We’re cooking. Salmon baked in puff pastry, Finnish herring salad (beets, potato, carrots, gherkin, apple, parsley; might sound weird if you’re not used to it, but it’s soooo yummy). And prune tarts for dessert.
I was gonna talk to mum about the whole transmasc thing today... it’s time we talk about it, but I feel like I’m about to chicken out. Scared of what she’ll say, if she’ll be indifferent or reject it. It’ll hurt so much if she does. We’re not talking disowning or anything, but like she’ll just pretend it’s not a thing. Just like she has when I’ve mentioned being non-binary. I’m afraid.