Oh, I look like a man. Sometimes I feel that way sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes, I like to pull the make up mirror out and go to town on my face. It’s not sexual, it’s an expression of being.]
The ear to ear smile I see says all I need.
Other times, I like to grow my beard out. I fell sexy when I do.
So… why do I feel so ashamed of myself? I am man when I want to man. I am woman when I want to be woman (even though I suppress this side of myself at every opportunity). I am in-between when I want to be in-between.
Yet, why do I feel so ashamed?
