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adrienmundiStrange dreams about being a cyclical hermaphrodite in extreme southeast Florida. I think I was the parent of two kids (16 and 14?) with either androgen insensitivity or also cyclical (monthly) hermaphrodism. I remember trying to determine if I was "mother" or "father" to them, and then wondering how it would have worked if it was the former. I went down to the beach with a friend while the elder child was in the hospital for something (I think my least favorite episode of House may have crept in there).
Cuba was literally just a stone's throw across the water. The shore was large round stones (cannonball sized?) on the Cuba side, going up to a large wall. I remember deciding to skip stones across the gap, rather than throw them, because it seemed less aggressive, less likely to be misconstrued. My first attempt, with a strange, oblong stone almost the size of my cell phone, didn't quite make it, but my second, a rounded rock with one almost flat side, did easily.
Cuba was literally just a stone's throw across the water. The shore was large round stones (cannonball sized?) on the Cuba side, going up to a large wall. I remember deciding to skip stones across the gap, rather than throw them, because it seemed less aggressive, less likely to be misconstrued. My first attempt, with a strange, oblong stone almost the size of my cell phone, didn't quite make it, but my second, a rounded rock with one almost flat side, did easily.
