EXT. DAY. The set of the movie Grease, throbbing softly. SANDY sits on the incline of Thunder Road, hugging her knees and wearing six light pink capes. SANDY: Sandy, you must start anew. Don’t you know what you must do? Hold your head high, take a deep breath and sigh – [
Danny in a catsuit with red wedge heels. What a gift! Thank you.
This is amazing, and also, best wishes!
Travolta would have SLAYED in a catsuit and red wedge heels and LOVED IT. Here's to a speedy recovery, Danny! Best of luck!
[in the smallest voice] rizzo was always important tho
Well now I've got chills...
Best of luck!
Hope it all goes well for you! I remember reading an article of yours about binders and absolutely missing the point that you were transitioning - I'd been thinking they sounded like a great solution to my 'getting shirts to fit' issues. Not in this sweaty armpit of a summer, though.
Sending you good vibes and prayers! It's going to go well and be amazing. And until then, if my experiences with my brain reacting to stress is any indication, your dreams are going to be like a stress montage on LSD and bad shrooms.
Danny, your mind. YOUR MIND. How can I take a vacation to there?