I talked to him on Sunday. He was achy, but fine. He was feeling optimistic having had the biopsy, and expecting the results.

We were going to get art together. He suggested something lewd (sextoy transformation on the shiny vee, lol). It would be down the road, when both of our finances were in better shape. I went to put him on my list of people to get art with, but he was already there, 4th from the top.

I was suffering badly from my Fibromyalgia, and he gave me the space to moan about it. He was not well himself, but he knew how crippling Fibro can be, with his former partner suffering from it also.

He was patient, kind and generous, with everything he had. He was a good friend, and I loved him. Not in any kind of romantic way, but as a Pansexual being I find it easy to love people - it hits hard and fast, and it leaves an imprint in my soul. I hope he knew how much he meant to me in the little time we had getting to know each other.

That irrepressible nature, changing forms to please others. Cheeky, playful, joyful.

When I heard the news, I had just come home from an evening hockey match. I had just changed and I was getting ready for bed. And then the news came, via Discord, pointing to the journal on Fender's profile. My dear friend had been taken from us, suddenly and without warning, and it broke my heart. He was starting to feel better... and I was away for a few hours, and I came back... and he was gone... and there's nothing I could do, even if was there. I cried for the next two and a half hours, and most of the next day. And I struggled doing the things I needed to do while out in public.

I really hope he knew how much he was loved. Not just by me, by everyone. This site has been instrumental for helping people discover themselves, and many owe a huge debt of gratitude. It's too difficult to sum how much he means...

But to me, he was my dear friend, and I mourn him. And I would give anything for him to be back.


Love you Wren. You'll always be close by 💙