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she had a profound impact on me as a consequence. Every year I remembered her birthday. I could not even reliably predict
my mother’s birthday until fairly recently. Which I assure you is not a slight against my or anybody else’s mother.

I never was much able to keep up with ANYbody over facebook, where our primary contact was after a certain period, and
I wish sincerely that I had worked harder at making that possible, with Hilary and the people I knew through her; this here
would be a more informed piece, and less fixated on what I assume is a fairly narrow aspect of Hilary’s personality, and I
might have fewer regrets overall, but nonetheless what I DID experience was very important to me. Most of what I know
goes back quite a while, back to when I insisted on calling myself “roneldo,” which I assure you is not something I would
ever like to be called again, but Hilary was welcome to call me that. I also took turns at being volcabbage, transfestunerix
and eels macinstrudel when I knew Hilary, but she was always Hilary, with one L, from New Lenox with one N.

There were online nicknames like “spam,” (a hilarious word in the mid-90s) “Krunk” (which predates and is dissimilar to
the contemporary conception of “crunk”) and “Annie Lennox” with (two Ns) but she was not hiding from or afraid of
anybody.