Thank you Oak!

I’ve had a somewhat similar experience, albeit on a decades-long time scale.

At 62, I no longer wear makeup, but somehow, haven’t thrown it out. I don’t stress over it, I just think that I may have some use for it in the future, and I’m on a limited income.

I like my B-cup breasts, not least because they are extremely perky for my age.

Although in earlier years, decades really, I have agonized over the desire for breast implants and bottom surgery, I’m comfortable with my body as it is.

I’ve been “passing” for 25 years, and even now, with my hair buzzed off and just wearing a ball cap 🧢, people address me with feminine pronouns, at first sight.

After adhering to the patriarchal gender binary model for most of the last two and a half decades, I’ve come to realize that men never really “did it” for me.

I’ve never been in love with a man. I have been known to fall, head over heels, for a woman now and then.

I have no inclination to “re-masculinize” myself, or even be an overtly butch woman. What I am is simply comfortable with my body and my persona, both in how others see me, and in how I see myself.

I’m finally, in my 60s, for Goddess sake, not yearning to change myself, in appearance or affect, in any way…. well, u no, I’d like to lose a few inches off my waist 🙄😉.

The ravages of a lifetime of existential angst and depression, and the alcohol and drugs that I poisoned myself with in the fight, have taken their toll on my health…. but, at the risk of sounding like a well known baby-man, it is what it is…. no time like today to just get over it and get on with it.

I wish you good luck, safety and happiness on your journey. You are amazing!

--weezi--💖🙏🏼💜🙏🦄🥳