I HAVE TO GET MY T-SHOT BEFORE I GO TO CLASS THE NEXT morning. I get one every two weeks, have been for the last couple of years. There’re a few different options to get my hormones, but this is the one that works the best for me. My dad offers to go with me to the clinic, just like he always does, and I don’t know . . . I guess that’s another weird thing about all of this. The way he’s supportive as fuck on paper, in all the right ways, but still won’t accept me as his son. I tell him I’m all right and head to the train on my own.
