I am honored by the mention. I do go out in my dreams almost every night but am currently stuck in a no shopping no getting past the gatekeeper situation. My weight gain this past year is straining my ability to even get into the few things I have and my costume store wigs look like a dog found them and chewed them up. Shaving my body and underdressing discretely are a daily thing but that's as far as I dare to take it in spite of a worsening case of body dysphoria. On the inside I have gone as far as considering transitioning over the years but on the outside I'm a country bumpkin who would need a Queer Eye type intervention to be presentable.Originally Posted by Aunt Kelly
I'm not depressed by my lot in life, just have a few more steps to take before I could even think about going out in public. The choice is a difficult one, risk blowing up a fifty year marriage or living in angst. It's really not as easy to resolve as some would suggest.
