Anne2345
08-03-2012, 06:13 PM
Over the last 150 days, I have done and experienced a lot of things.
As a result, everything is now different. Of course, I can say the same about the 150 days that preceded the last 150 days, but that is not really the point . . . .
Maybe it’s not different per se, but rather I have become (I believe) a more authentic, honest, real, and truer person. Don’t get me wrong, I still have far to go, but I’m getting there. Or at least, I am working hard towards a destination, whatever that destination may be.
Anyways, back to the theme of 150 days (I’m trying to keep this post short so that Marleena does not have to scroll too much :heehee:) . . . .
March 5th was 150 days ago. March 5th was a magnificent, glorious day for me. March 5th was an incredible victory in my life. March 5th is the day that I walked proudly (if not nervously) into the outside world as my real self. It was huge for me. It was a breakthrough. It was monumental. It had level upon level of meaning for me. And it was just plain right.
The funny thing about March 5th, though, is that is the last time I dressed en femme. I have touched nary a breast form since that day. I haven’t even been interested in doing so. I have not missed it. I have not wanted it. I just have not done it. In fact, I think this may be the longest I have ever gone without dressing since I first began as but a wee little person way back in the day.
This is not to say, though, as I began this post with, that I have not walked further down my path, whatever path that may be. Because I have. I just haven’t dressed. The thing is, as you all know and intimately understand through your own experiences, the clothes, makeup, breast forms, jewelry, and shoes do not make me (us). I make me, because I am me. I do not need these things to convince myself of my Anneness (and yes, I just totally made that word up, but I like it).
Tonight, though, after I complete this post that has unintentionally grown to an exceedingly painful length, the streak hereby ends. And for the first real time within this 150 day span, I really, really want to do this.
My apologies to Marleena and her mouse scroll wheel. I was well-intentioned, girlfriend. I really was . . . .
As a result, everything is now different. Of course, I can say the same about the 150 days that preceded the last 150 days, but that is not really the point . . . .
Maybe it’s not different per se, but rather I have become (I believe) a more authentic, honest, real, and truer person. Don’t get me wrong, I still have far to go, but I’m getting there. Or at least, I am working hard towards a destination, whatever that destination may be.
Anyways, back to the theme of 150 days (I’m trying to keep this post short so that Marleena does not have to scroll too much :heehee:) . . . .
March 5th was 150 days ago. March 5th was a magnificent, glorious day for me. March 5th was an incredible victory in my life. March 5th is the day that I walked proudly (if not nervously) into the outside world as my real self. It was huge for me. It was a breakthrough. It was monumental. It had level upon level of meaning for me. And it was just plain right.
The funny thing about March 5th, though, is that is the last time I dressed en femme. I have touched nary a breast form since that day. I haven’t even been interested in doing so. I have not missed it. I have not wanted it. I just have not done it. In fact, I think this may be the longest I have ever gone without dressing since I first began as but a wee little person way back in the day.
This is not to say, though, as I began this post with, that I have not walked further down my path, whatever path that may be. Because I have. I just haven’t dressed. The thing is, as you all know and intimately understand through your own experiences, the clothes, makeup, breast forms, jewelry, and shoes do not make me (us). I make me, because I am me. I do not need these things to convince myself of my Anneness (and yes, I just totally made that word up, but I like it).
Tonight, though, after I complete this post that has unintentionally grown to an exceedingly painful length, the streak hereby ends. And for the first real time within this 150 day span, I really, really want to do this.
My apologies to Marleena and her mouse scroll wheel. I was well-intentioned, girlfriend. I really was . . . .