Because you came out of nowhere at a time where I was teaching myself to enjoy the happiness, no matter what form it came in or how short its life span. As comfortable as I have been in the past, comfortable isn't home. And to me you feel like home. I catch myself thinking that at the most uncelebrated of times, I'd look at you and think "look at her, home should feel like this, home should feel like her" and those thoughts came up often, like when we did donut tastings in bed.
I’m a recent follower of your blog, and I’ve been really enjoying it. I’m submitting this anonymously for myriad reasons.
I’m a 50-ish mother of 6, married 30 years now, and I’m sending this self-portrait and revealing to you what I never have to anyone: that my fantasy is to have been born male. I’ve obviously made the best of being female, and I can’t say I’m in any way unfulfilled, but in bed, throughout my life, I’ve always mentally tried to put myself into my partner’s head and body. Funny thing is, I’m not attracted to women sexually. I’m only turned on by men—just that I’d rather be one myself!