Hello, my journey began, one day short, a year ago. Its been awful. Separations, goodbyes, depression, mania, and the doubt, which can be so very powerful. Its strength in confirmation. Each negative thought thrown back like an echo. It seems like an answer. It isn't. At the very core of change is remembering the unmentioned you. The one that is just there, that's not a narrative. I curtsy when I should bow. I don't like comic books, prefer IKEA catalogs. Sensitive, a new romantic, that wears makeup after basketball practice. Talk to girls, on long walks while its raining, and am the friend. Felt comfortable, never questioned, if any of the following monikers applied to me: homosexual, heterosexual, male, or bisexual. I just wanted to get married, raise kids, and worship God. Well married, I did. As for kids, I have two, their cats; but, they can be just as lovable as infuriating. I worship by acknowledgement, forgo denial before the cock gets a word in edgewise. I am the metrosexual. Rearrange my furniture, shopping is so very wonderful, drink too many lattes in nice and quirky coffee shops, don't like to be the male top, want kisses to say I love you and not let's f***. I am now catholic; thus, I am free from provincial prejudices or attachments. I was the girl, a 1950's housewife, not oppressed, just ignored and unappreciated. Now, I'm the urban snowflake, free to think, to write, to have a room of my own. Thank you all for being there, and I'm returning psq to the universe. JL
Positive introduction, thoughts. I am new here too... as can be seen by my join date. I sometimes feel my life to come will be the story you just told. A life of unquestioned confusion, a purpose without a goal. The achievements that amount to uncertainty. Best of luck to you.
