For almost 50 years I denied that I was a crossdresser. "This was the last time", "I'll never do this again!".
So recently, I realized who I am: a crossdresser. Once I realized "who I am", I have never been happier.
Not sure what is confusing about that. Who I am is also a father, is also a husband, is also a brother, is also a son. We are all many things, nothing is black and white.
