travelled from Nottingham at 10 to london, went to work with my luggage, worked until 6:45, got home at 8 and have finally sorted myself and cleaned my stuff away and it’s almost 9
i consider myself a crossdresser - 90% of my clothes are women’s. i used to feel brave enough to walk down the street in 6 inch platforms, flares and a blouse and now i wonder if my men’s shirt looks too gay to wear to work. how have we managed to regress?
i might start to begin to maybe consider possibly if the situation is right and the stars align and i get the heads up from corporate to start dating again