A long time ago—just a little over a year, judging by the original post date of Watson // Watson—havingbeenbreathedout (breathedout here on AO3) pointed this fic out to me for no other reason than she thought I might like it; my gender identity crisis was, then, only a few months old and still terribly frightening at times. I cried. So that's one reason I chose this fic in particular to pod.
At that time I had no idea who oulfis was. I in fact met him (digitally, I should clarify) shortly afterward (or perhaps shortly before), and didn't make the connection. It wasn't until after we were friends that I had one of those "Wait. That was YOU?!?!? OMG." moments. And that's another reason.
And the last reason is because there was a birthday somewhen around now. And because this is for oulfis, I can stick my tongue out at the rest of you and not care if you think my voice sounds like a woman's. He knows I'm not one, and he's the only one allowed to care. Happy birthday, you. ♥
So in addition to thanking hbbo for putting this fic on my radar, and oulfis for his general existence, I need to thank Smartass, whose podfics were a huge source of inspiration and without whose encouragement I would not have done this, no matter how many tears and birthdays and genders and friends there may have been. Thank you, my darling; I am utterly mortified at the very thought of your talented self listening to this. ♥