These were halcyon days of listening to loons, journaling, painting and paddling. I grabbed a host of materials, last minute, from the Austin main library. One of these books turned out to be controversial , The Man Who Would Be Queen. I missed the controversy, and just saw myself between those pages, over, and over, and over again. I had found myself in this solitude. My 47 year struggle with sexuality had kept me from examining gender. It was a revelation unto myself. Everything began to make sense, including artwork I had trouble understanding previously. The person who left the mainland, was not the same person that returned.