No corridor or power.
It is just a hallway from bedroom to bathroom or maybe downstairs. A hallway that from bedroom, someone else emerges. A guy that becomes what he holds in his heart to be and that is …. Feel like half-a-woman and feeling fabulous and sort of getting half way there to be such.
Funny isn’t it, maybe even sad, that absolutely no one else here has the need to tell it as it really is. No one that I know of as a friend that frocks up, has ever had the temerity to proclaim …… ”I am really a guy!”
I have two feet and both are planted firmly In two different world and I have no fear in showing both sides of me and from whence I came.
Having said that, there is yet another girlfriend of mine that has found strength to post a photo in which she can not be seen. A first from her. Sorry, make it a second from her for her first one was a most precarious bridge she needed to traverse in the truck she was driving.
I am fortunate enough to have just a few other real friend that post stuff that really interest me and that relates to their interests and what is going on about them, withough having the need to be totally 'front and centre' filling the lens'. Behind everybody here there is something and I am yet to discover what that something is ...... if ever.
No corridor or power.
It is just a hallway from bedroom to bathroom or maybe downstairs. A hallway that from bedroom, someone else emerges. A guy that becomes what he holds in his heart to be and that is …. Feel like half-a-woman and feeling fabulous and sort of getting half way there to be such.
Funny isn’t it, maybe even sad, that absolutely no one else here has the need to tell it as it really is. No one that I know of as a friend that frocks up, has ever had the temerity to proclaim …… ”I am really a guy!”
I have two feet and both are planted firmly In two different world and I have no fear in showing both sides of me and from whence I came.
Having said that, there is yet another girlfriend of mine that has found strength to post a photo in which she can not be seen. A first from her. Sorry, make it a second from her for her first one was a most precarious bridge she needed to traverse in the truck she was driving.
I am fortunate enough to have just a few other real friend that post stuff that really interest me and that relates to their interests and what is going on about them, withough having the need to be totally 'front and centre' filling the lens'. Behind everybody here there is something and I am yet to discover what that something is ...... if ever.