Last night was pretty hard. I wouldn’t want to repeat it too often. What happened? Nothing sinister, or threatening or dangerous. I met a friend. A mate from my Army days, he was in the recce platoon with me. We shared a glass, and a meal, and chatted about old times. Then we went our seperate ways. It had been a good afternoon, fun and friendly.
The trouble started on the drive home. I got to thinking about other characters, other taskings.
I have a deed box in my house. Where I keep documents and important bits and pieces. I got it out and started looking through my keepsakes, the things I thought i needed to keep.r
Ladies, I cried. I cried for the confused boy , for the angry adolescent, the young adult who denied his real life and challenged his feelings and emotions. I cried for the proud soldier I had become, and I cried for the girl I would not let into the world. I cried for the young woman who lived in my body. I cried for the loss of my career. I cried for the freedom I gained when I realised what I needed to do. I cried with joy when I remembered the euphoria when I saw Jenni in the mirror for the first time and I cried for the freedom I now have to live the life I should be living.
Does my night ring a bell with anyone?
I know how you feel ms. Jenny. I too am a crossdresser, but the real reason I have joined us because I am lonely. I am Timothy Glenn Skrabanek, I posted my notes I want to get to know you if you want to. I am not a bad/criminal you can look up my background of it wish.I too cry, because people make fun of me, for crossdressing, and it gutted so bad I almost shut my body down by mentality. But now I respect people’s wishes and thoughts, and feelings. If you need someone to email, email me, I am gifted with emotional knowledge am at peace with people. I am single, and would like to get to know you do I can see who you really are, if you want to, I will help you through your troubles. Can you trust me?