For some or other funny reason, opiates, both laboratory- and body-produced, make me absolutely love my spouse and my kids. Or rather, perhaps endorphines (the opiates I encounter outside a hospital) just sorta strip away some pretense, and leave me "bare" as it were. Anyway, to make a long story short, every time I exercise with any intensity, I feel the love I have for my family ever more intensely. Yet another reason to exercise. God, I feel so blessed.
No transphobia. Period. No discussing whether trans women are women, or whether they were girls as children, or if they're female. They are, and they were, and they are. End of discussion. No racist crap, either. Attack the issue, not the person posting it. This is not a trans 101 blog. Go use Google for that. Be respectful. Doesn't cost you a thing, makes all of us happy-clappy. Oh yeah, and I will censor the bejeezus out of you if you're being an arse. This is not to frighten you, it's just a statement of fact - I will not tolerate trolling.