Oh I probably will, just gotta do the not drunk kind of gathering my courage. It was one thing standing out as goth and stuff when I was living as female, most of the time my enby arse just blends into the crowd. I'll find a day where I'm either confident or pissed off enough.
I love him so much for it. And I know he's been protecting me from some of the worst stuff, just from reading between the lines. Her love and approval always seemed to come with expectations, but I never wanted to be proved so fucking right. If I ever speak to her again I think it's going to be a long slow process.