For the past three months, he had been going there every two weeks for one milliliter of estradiol valerate. He even knew Callen-Lorde, the clinic where Justine would soon begin receiving testosterone injections. He knew the fear Justine needed to overcome to say those words. Good for you.”īut James understood, in an intimate way, that the moment was crucial. “You just told me that you’re transitioning to be a guy?” he asked, naming the moment. So, on that late-summer night, over black coffee in a Caffe Bene near Herald Square, when Justine said in her offhand, breezy manner, “Yeah, so, I think I’m going to go down to Callen-Lorde and get on male hormones,” James’s response was equally breezy and accepting.
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