I’ve been keeping to myself for the last couple of years as I had trouble finding suitable employment and have been low on funds. Yesterday, I was invited out by a friend of mine. He’s a gay cis-man I met five years ago when we were both members of a local nudist grou...
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I am truly blessed to have a great group of genetic female friends. They know me for who I am now, and who I was before, and could care less if I show up in drab — of course, I would rather not do that — or classy casual. I used to lament getting older, because I fe...
It stands sentry all day and all night. Waiting for the chance to taunt you, to shame you with the flaws it exposes. It draws your gaze with tempting promises of a feminine reflection and then shines a spotlight on everything that is out of place. The mirror boldly declares, R...
I’ve heard from a few ladies who struggle with this. There is a deep longing inside them to express their feminine side, to live as themselves, to begin their transition. But there is an equally strong fear – fear of embarrassment, of rejection, of having others stare...
