I quit smoking cigarettes.  I’ve been a smoker for decades.  I’ve quit many times, once for 5 years.  I have now been a non-smoker for over 100 hours, my stopwatch only keeps time to 99 hours and 59 minutes.  I quit.  I have been documenting my emotions during this strange transition.  The emotions were intense and overwhelming at first so I sat by my typewriter and pounded away at it, a great way to document what I was feeling and a great way to get out aggression.  I type on a manual typewriter so I have to really hit the keys hard to type, it’s a very satisfying feeling.  I will collect my typewritten pages of emotion documentation and post them here.

I know, you may be thinking “I thought this was an intersex blog” and you are right, this is an intersex blog.  #Intersex people smoke and quit smoking just like everyone else.  The primary difference between me and most other people who smoke is I have no support group, no circle of friends I can rely on.  I live in an isolated community on the north coast of California and have no friends within 100 miles.  Everything I do, I do alone.  So maybe this can help others who are isolated and need to be their own support group.

Anyway, I quit smoking, I am a non-smoker now and I say it aloud it over and over again.  I quit, I don’t smoke.  I am a non-smoker.  I don’t smoke. I am a non-smoker.  I quit.  I don’t smoke.