There was a time when drawing the line, I was adamant that I would never go as far as wearing a dres
There was a time when drawing the line, I was adamant that I would never go as far as wearing a dress. That I wasn’t a fairy and never would be. That I was only dressing to indulge my mother’s love for it.I would never foresee, that by the time I was used to wearing makeup, high heels and even my hair having grown long, that a dress would no longer seem significant.In that gradual manner, I became the fairy I always so feared I would become. And the realization struck me deeply, making me vulnerable and insecure in all aspects of my life. Most notably, how in the same way I had long indulged mother’s love of dressing me, I had also looked at her Playgirl magazines with her. Eventually the imagines in these magazines of scantily clad, muscular physiques with large members, entered into my dreams, and as uncomfortable they made me, I promised myself that I would never act on them, that I would never touch myself to them.In my vulnerable state, I would do just that. I knew then I had entered into homosexuality. In every respect, I truly had finally become a fairy. -- source link