I just returned from a little get together with a bunch of old friends. We had gotten together to watch the annual University of Kentucky versus University of Louisville basketball game. I was, as usual with this crew, the only Kentucky fan and despite playing their best game of the year, my beloved Cats came up 3 points short. Everyone of them has been nothing but supportive of my transition and I probably couldn't have done this without their help. I love them to death and fell very blessed to count them among my friends. I enjoy being with them and I unfortunately don't get to spend nearly enough them. But here's the rub, after five years, some of them still don't get the pronouns right and that hurts. I know they don't mean to and I'm certainly not mad but it does make me feel pretty much like a failure.