Well, that went well.
While my name/gender change was not addressed in any overt fashion, as we were discussing our Cuba vacation, my mother suggested I try Puerto Vallarta one of these days because it is “so LGBT friendly!”
Huh. I’m… impressed. Then we talked about house renovations.
(My uncle and aunt stopped by outside to say hi and my uncle waved eagerly and said “Hi Max!” twice, as if to make sure I’d heard him. He’s so cute.)
Life almost always manages to throw me a rainbow whenever I’m fearing the worst.