If human beings had fur instead of clothes there just would not be a problem

 

At the age of around 12-13 years old I was left alone in the house for only a short period of time.

My sole desire was to go to my mothers make up drawer where I badly applied some purple eyeshadow.

For fear of being discovered I hastily removed it but during that one brief moment the feeling that has existed with me for the rest of my life was created.

" It felt so right yet it felt so wrong."

 

 

What I can vividly remember was I never asked myself why I was doing it, just that I had to do it.

 

 

 

To never be able to share this, or discuss it with anyone throughout an adult life is hard work. The fear of being labeled with all those vulgar names that people are so quick and ready to attach to you, scares me silly, but with this web site I am at last starting to face up to my own realities.

 

je suis ......... I am.

 

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