I didn't (originally) lie to my wife as much as I lied to myself, believing I could put that part of who I was away and never see it again. Of course, I couldn't. By the time I had come to that...
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I didn't (originally) lie to my wife as much as I lied to myself, believing I could put that part of who I was away and never see it again. Of course, I couldn't. By the time I had come to that...
Of course!
Slowing down though, my 10k PR has dropped from 36:00 in my 20s to 44:00 in my 50s.
Runner, cyclist, triathlete, marathon swimmer, orienteer, climber (though only on plastic these days). Love wearing tights. Loved being being a triathlete in the 80s when I could rock an electric...
Frankly?
Perplexed
Interestingly, I find the best answer to this question (and many others) comes from George Sheehan (even though he was discussing runners):
"We are each an experiment of one."
You look lovely and happy. Congratulations!
So glad I DID go out en femme I my 20s, even if I wasn't quite convincing. Now that I am in my 50s, with much more to lose should I be discovered, I treasure the memories of those brief interludes.
Not knowing where I fit in.
Wonderful!
A pink slip,with panties and a bra the same shade, at Sears. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure the clerk could hear it. I thought every eye in the store was on me all the way to my car.
No doubt, the first thing I think is "I want those clothes on me"
To be a 1950's housewife, a la June Cleaver: full skirted dress, pearls, and apron, hair done up just so..,
I no longer wear men's underwear at all (which makes for some interesting locker too experiences) and tucking all day, every day is a bridge too far.
Yes, but her response varies from mildly enthusiastic to bare acceptance.
Jan, as it is fairly androgynous