
I find that I get horribly depressed about my crossdressing habits every so often. Inevitably I wish that I hadn’t been cursed with such a strange desire/burden. “Why do I need to do this? How did I get this way? Why can’t I be the same as everyone else?” Some part of it is this in-built shame/guilt about it that I carry around, as if what I’m doing is wrong (nope), deviant (not really), or sinful (ATHEIST).Another part of it is really just how I imagine a lot of women feel about themselves: not up to scratch. I’m a good […]