But it is in our power, if not to dissanull, at least to diminish the same, through patience[…].

Their backyard was wide open, separated from the other houses only by a roundpole fence that Mum had built in order to keep out the Caddells' dog.

Clearly, these were folks who chose to view my transness as an “affliction” (despite the fact that I did not portray it that way myself).

So weake my powres, so sore my wounds appeare, that wonder is how I should liue a iot, seeing my hart through launched euery where with thousand arrowes, which your eies haue shot: