gymbunnycandie: gymbunnycandiehart: I Don’t Regret Any of ItAs long as I can remember, I&r
gymbunnycandie: gymbunnycandiehart: I Don’t Regret Any of It As long as I can remember, I’ve been infatuated with girls’ clothing. For me, it was as much about shoes than it was anything. But then, it all expanded into clothing of all varieties. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted these infatuations, which in my opinion, are more deeply involving than a fetish. There has also been this unique feminine spirit about myself—a girly disposition. I don’t regret that either. To be clear, I’m not what some would call camp, limp-wristed, or a swish. That’s not a horrible thing and I sometimes come across that way out of my natural countenance. My feminine spirit is really more of the way I think. Whatever it is, I don’t regret it at all. So, I’m a boy, a male, a man, masculine in stature. I was born that way. And you know what? I don’t regret that either. I’m satisfied with my bits and the lack of other bits. Sure, I didn’t have any say in that matter, but that’s my feeling and I don’t regret it. And just to be clear, since I have such a high regard for others different than myself, that is in no way to diminish the emotions of a boy or girl (maybe you) who feels they were born the wrong gender. For all of us, I wish that we could thrive in life as our unique selves without regrets. And if there happens to be any regrets, that we would have such a perseverance about ourselves, that we would not simply survive in regrets, but that we would thrive out of them and beyond them. I don’t regret that I worked out today in a testosterone-boosting fashion while wearing my overly-girly workout clothes. I don’t regret that I shaved my beard, but then my chest and underarms, and afterward, slathered my body with a fruity-scented lotion. I don’t regret that I’m at work right now (on a break, btw) wearing burgundy panties underneath my ladies’ blue jeans or that my sneakers are deliciously female. I don’t regret that when I return home, I will be busy in a home remodel project, dressed partially in a few women’s items. And I don’t regret that when my wife and I finally settle in for the night, we will most likely watch a cheesy “chick-flick” of my choosing with a red wine in her hand and a whiskey in mine. No regrets. I was born a boy. I am a boy. I will always be a boy. I am girly by choice. I am feminine by passion. And I am pretty sure that I will always be effeminate in my heart. Have a fabulous weekend, my girly friends! CandieHart One of my older captions but with some new thoughts from my new page. -- source link