I, the conscious ego am not the director of this blog. I am not the director of myself. I can control, I can discipline, but I do not determine the flow.
'Pull her done the tube! pull her down the tube! Pull her down the tube!
The tube that leads to crossdreamers' nirvana.
Crossdreamy sirens wink at me knowingly, summon me, seduce me. I see them in women's eyes, I see them in everything I find I have in common with other crossdreamers, , I see them in everything Deborah finds sexy.
Seducing me not away from a proud defensive masculinity but from an rl focus. Like getting drunk, abandoning all those sensible, practical concerns.
It's like turning on to a part of self that is too inner to focus on or have been formed by rl engagement.
Wretched, boring, harsh old rl engagement. Yuk!
The crossdreamy sirens are of course within me. They are me. I am a crossdreamy siren.
Abandonment is liberation, is actualisation.
Liberated and actualised, I am t-female. Yesss! Wheeee!
I started by entitling this 'sexy battles within'. It was intended to be about conflict between different parts of me. But I think we won the Battle of Deborah, didn't we, girls? Not much of a battle at all, was it. One man's battle is another girl's liberation, I suppose.
I am t-female. Yesss! Wheeee!
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