I ve been doing this for 57 years.
Knowing now, I am not what I entered this world as. Knowing its to late to fix it. Forever hidden doing my thing, crying when wearing that ugly costume my beloved expects, demand me to. Well not at all crying men dont cry!
Can never do any makeup, nails whatever. Should like to know how to properly shave off them ugly hairs, do the petite makeup required to blend the br forms with my skintone. Nope, have a dog to walk, have a 90 year old mum that drops in anytime, dad is sins long passed.
Regarding friends, none. Back in 1979 I decided no wife, 1995 I said no to unexpected visitors, 2011 my only true friend succumbed to brain cancer. Never been in work, mostly bcause of my thing, also I am suffering from a bad brain dysfunction, rendering me partly in crutches (not at the moment luckily)
So there is only loneliness. I am the only one. Left alone. Missing kids and a life Only happy in company of elves, hobbits and dwarfes, my world also, in the mountains I can wear the wrong clothes in peace...
Is the price to pay for living out your real self (kind of) to high?
Sad tale, any moments of joy I long for and are heartly received