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?