It’s been almost a full year since I gave up my girl cave. To recap: My job had me on a lengthy assignment several states away from home, and I bought a condo in the assignment location and had it for a little over four years. I decorated very femme, complete with the signature pink master bed and bath, as well as a kitchen every girl dreams of. My supportive wife and I enjoyed being there —dressing, sharing, relaxing. I dressed while there almost 100% of the time and thoroughly enjoyed having the place to just let the girl in me be free.
Alas, the assignment ended. I took an early retirement and gave up the girl cave. I moved my femme ware into storage back home and resumed life without a girl retreat. Though I have a supportive wife, I’m not out to anyone else and don’t intend to be. The homestead is a high people traffic place with in-laws, kids and grandkids who know nothing of Misty. Acceptance or understanding is out of the question in this uber-conservative environment, and coming out would result in hostilities (seen and unsee) to my family.
Up until last month I really haven't missed dressing and the liberties I once had. Dressing, it seems, had become rather mundane. Last week I paid a visit to my offsite storage facility, and spent some time looking through the hanging racks, boxes and bins trying to decide what to do with the stuff. I found I’m not ready to let it go, and I felt a distant yearning to re-create what I once had — even if in some small way. It re-enforces what I’ve learned several times over in my life and that is this thing we carry within us ebbs and flows, but never goes away. I’m at peace with that, and now I’m finally ready to sit up and think about the next chapter in my girl journey and what that might look like.
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