Just got home from dinner with a friend I hadn't seen in almost 6 years. And it was such a trip and wonderful and felt like gossiping and venting and commiserating and empathizing all at the same fucking time and I don't get that very often. And I'm starting to realize just why Mom values her female friends so much and would make such a big deal about spending time with them.
Maybe every cis man should spend 6 months on HRT, just for the emotional growth. It might fix some broken shit.