I hesitated to write this part. Sharing the experience feels vulnerable, raw, and a little intimidating. But if I’ve learned anything from this journey, it’s that honesty can be liberating. So here it is—the moment I crossed a line I never thought I would. When M. and I arrived at his apartment, my heart was pounding. I wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or fear—probably both. His place was cozy, dimly lit, and smelled faintly of sandalwood. He poured us each a glass of wine, and we sat on his couch, talking and laughing. It felt almost surreal to be there, in this intimate space with a man… 阅读更多内容
my story
Hi there, I’m someone who has been on a long, winding journey of self-discovery. For much of my life, I thought I was just a crossdresser – shy, reserved, and convinced that this was nothing more than a secret escape, a private indulgence. I didn’t see myself as gay or even “different.” It was just a small, hidden part of me that felt too fragile to share. At first, it felt harmless and safe. I’d put on a dress or a pair of heels, nervously glance at myself in the mirror, and feel my heart race – not from excitement, but from fear. I told myself it was a phase, just play-acting, something I… 阅读更多内容