Mother’s greatest joy in life, was something that so greatly disturbed me in my boyhood. As it
Mother’s greatest joy in life, was something that so greatly disturbed me in my boyhood. As it would any boy. It was in dressing me in her clothes. But the greatest happiness I would ever experience in her, was the time she saw me casually enter into the kitchen, having completely dressed of my own free will. She cried tears of joy, knowing that my resistance had fallen. That I was actually coming to like it…..Emotionally overwhelmed in the knowledge that I was actually becoming, what I so long feared that I would, a fairy. The fallout effected my motivation to assert my attraction to girls, as days turned to weeks, where I had seen girls in any sexual way. And even worse, in the very same way, for the first time, I was coming to see men as desirable.I know how symbolic it was, when the new year turned, and the calendar on my bedroom wall of bikini babes, was replaced with one of muscular, shirtless fireman. -- source link