Never one to eschew the obvious, so here's a picture of a horse. Sort of.
Thinking about a comment made on Chris' blog about relationships that survive a transitioning partner. Here's a poem I like, even if I'm not quite sure I agree with it.
I've never seen a soul detached from its gender, but I'd like to. I'd like to see my own that way, free of its female tethers. Maybe it would be like riding a horse. The rider's the human one, but everyone looks at the horse.