So, at the end of a very long male day, I put on my bra and place my forms.
A nice silky knee length slip follows.
I've had a long desired few craft ales and I can't help but think.
Maybe we just want to be loved. Not judged. Loved.
I really am successful in my daily life and I do pay it forward.
And I have this little added gift of beautiful gender amplification.
It's just my artistic expression because I enjoy being male+.
What's the harm with this?
Just appreciate the portrayal that I imply on the only palette I have.
It's just me. Being beautiful ME.
