I find that the older I become.. the more interested in the so called “feminine” activities I become. And there is nothing wrong with that. What is unsettling is the sudden change that I have no control over. If I like something, well.. I like it. I’m bad at hiding things and I’m against pretending that I’m somebody different than who I really am.
It’s almost like a person hands you a blanket full of static, and when they make a comment it shocks you. Surprises you. Things like “this is so weird, you can’t wear that. You never do these things. Is the world ending? No, just no.” And so on and so forth.
They make you feel… Trapped in this net of things you supposedly love and are supposedly incapable of escaping or exploring other interests.
Sometimes who you are is not who you appear to be. Sometimes who you were, is not who you will be forever.