In the photos from the past few weeks (my 24th birthday, my bud’s 25th birthday) you can really see me feeling at home with the concept of being (and looking like) just one of the guys.

Granted, they’re great guys and are feminists and sensitive and not too concerned with demonstrations of masculinity or heterosexuality. So “just one of the guys” comes pretty naturally.

(oh the “adios” is from this disposable camera that randomly printed post-card like things on each photo…)

I feel like I should also mention that I’m about 18 and a half months on testosterone.