So, my birthday is coming up shortly, and I have scored some lovely presents thus far. Arty Doc Marten boots, a hundred rouble restaurant gift voucher (which I am shortly going to scope out where in Perth it covers), and a little black dress. Yes, you read that right. Oops, it is too late to put the adult warning on there. Lol, though that's about as far as the adult themes will go this evening I think.
And then the birthday lunch on Saturday, with myself and eleven of my closest, most gorgeous female friends, at Jamie's Italian in the city. Should be pretty fantastic :)
And then, and I'm counting this as part of the birthday celebrations, a night out at Connections next Thursday, where I am planning on getting quite femmed up. For the first time in general public. I still haven't figured out WHY I dress up like I do. I'm not a drag queen. I'm not wanting to be a woman. I'm not adopting another persona when I do dress up. It's easy, and I am damned good at it. Are those two options enough reason to do it? Or is it something deep seated psychological? Is it the forced feminisation, and being ordered around. Hmm, my mate Lucerne, who I was out with last night, wants to do a degree in sexology, no, seriously, and she may have a willing subject in me delving into what makes that side of me tick. I think it may be fascinating.
But thinking, thinking hurts and can sometimes be dangerous. Eh, fuck it. Just do what feels good. Just do what feels right. Just enjoy life, and try not to hurt others. And concentrate on those that make you feel special.
Getting rid of the fears, the self doubts, the recriminations, the drama the last few months has done me the world of good. I recommend it.
Blah, I wasn't trying to go all inspirational here, it just happened.
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