It Was not All About Me
During my often one sided obsessive goal to be a better transgender woman, my second wife often told me it all wasn’t about me. The truth be known, it was all about me. At the time my one sided gender obsession only included her when I wanted to go out with her to dinner dressed as a woman. It was normally all good when she caved in and decided to go out with my feminine self. The problem was, she did not like my feminine self.
I believe now it all started with my propensity to dress as what I considered in a…