Mom asked for a a picture of me for christmas this year. She has plenty of me as Justin, but no good quality picture of me as April. I told her I hated taking my own picture and she came back with “you’re a photographer, how hard can it be to give yo ma’ma a simple picture of yo self!?!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t exactly how she said it, but it’s pretty close.
She said she wanted a picture of my head and shoulders. I finally relented and told her I’d go to the store and pick up some “Head and Shoulders shapoo” and take a picture of MY head and shoulders.
My mother then expressed her dissatisfaction in keeping that part of myself stagnant throughout the transition. Apparently, she doesn’t always enjoy that I’m a wise ass. Imagine that!