The counter point to Freedom.
Only a few short days later and I am home (Happy to be here. I love my family, I am a home body, this is where I belong) and I am racked with guilt. I know my wife loves me unconditionally, but I also know that she would be very happy if this part of my life didn't exist. Even though we are in a DADT, our relationship is based on solid communication and I let her know that I got something (the dress in the topic "Freedom!") on my trip and that I was committing to living this part of my life when I can, out of sight her and the family. She is okay with that decision but I find myself feeling guilty because I know I have disappointed the person who is most important to me on this earth.
This is rhetorical... But, why does this hobby / life style of ours come with some much emotional baggage? It is at times, okay most of the time, an emotional wrecking ball to contend with. Not that I would change who I am, but I don't think I would ever wish being gender confused on my worst enemy.
Just venting a bit,
Millie
PS: I attempted to post a variant of this message a little while ago and it seems to have disappeared into the ether, so if it does show up, my apologies for a double posting.