Thinking on my family’s recent Christmas party, though it’s nothing new, I find myself ruminating on how near none of the male relatives around my age spoke to me or greeted me.  Now, I know part of it is that they see me prancing around as Michael and I’m not seen as a full man to them, so they don’t know what to do with me.  The other part is just sheer immaturity.  They’re not grown people.  They can only stay within their own bubble of people who are just like them.  They don’t know how to reach out or extend a hand.  It’s not some cute male quirk or male failing.  It’s just not being grown.  The end.