The mirror reflects the image that the surrounding light illuminates. While it reflects literally what’s right in front of it, the interpretation of what we see depends on the observer. At some point in my childhood the image staring back at me in the mirror bec...
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Where does it all begin for us? There seems to be a common thread shared within our many experiences, and this is mine… Way back in the 1960’s a small boy lived with three sisters and a brother. Things were quite hard back then without the modern frills we take for gr...
Okay, I’ve heard lots of people asking lately, “How do I hide my beard shadow?” I decided I would ask a pro because I also wanted to know. It took a bit of courage, but I rang a local store where I’ve bought makeup from before. I’ll let you in on a secret – I alr...
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...
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...
