So in my previous post a alluded to being stressed. For those interested in what I do I work with computers. Not in the cool “freaky cutting edge” stuff. No. I do the customer-facing stuff which is like having hundreds of people watching your every move and second guessing you. Which is a pain when you’re insecure about where you fit into the world.
I’m a transvestite you see. You won’t know it to look at me but I am. And I love it. Up to a point. When I get sexually charged by it my mind can go off in various different directions. My default preference is girls, but dolled up I prefer guys. So when I get wanking it all meshes together depending if I’m in a girly frame of mind or in a guy mood.
This morning I’ve been pretty good. I’ve signed into a Tgirl website that could be my undoing. But I am blogging here (that’s good) and I’m about to shut down my machine and put together some notes about a freaky dream I had in my writer’s notebook.
So far, 24 hours clean.