The Woman Emerging
It has been a while since I've posted, and even longer since I have posted anything of a personal nature. There has been a lot to sift through and process and I've needed to pull back internally to deal with a conflagration of emotions and of events going on personally and around me. As I slid open my closet door and reached for a purple Vneck T-shirt and some jeans, I paused briefly as I realized something that was a harbinger of where I have come to. There were NO male clothes in my closet. I did a cursory slide of the articles hanging on the rack and sure enough, I had over the past three years, piece by piece, exchanged each one out. Sure, there were some androgynous sweatshirts and pants that could go either as male of female, but they were still, none-the-less, female labeled articles which I would wear in my so-called "guy mode". That thought prompted me to take a glancing look into the mirror this morning and really, REALLY look. I at once liter...