Deborah unsilenced

I must remember the keen sense I have when writing here of being a suppressed voice. A voice of someone who's spent a lifetime silent and imprisoned.

I must remember that writing as Debbie makes me feel more vital, more youthful, more purposeful, more hopeful.

I must remember the instinctive feeling I get when I sense that a woman's appearance is expressing something within me. I must remember the unusual sense of belonging I get when I encounter other crossdreamers. We are family.

Now where to take Debbie? Somewhere better than male masturbation? Somewhere grounded and steady, not a naughty thrill used and abandoned. Not somewhere angry or self-pitiful.

Somewhere where I am soft yet strong.

Debbie's story continues.


[picture by Nicolay Bessonov]