mastication

It appears that my comfort level in public as a woman is surpassing that of presenting male which became muscle memory after the immersion I was given since my birth.

I am more jovial, talkative and carefree as a woman which behooves me to ponder transition. Why go back and forth when one is superior to the other? It seems obvious but I don't do things without excessive masticating. You know that.

This is what the next couple of years will answer for me. It is the separation of the habitual learned from what is genuinely me which must be completed convincingly. Once I have done that I will know what to do.

One thing is clear: my life as a woman is more comfortable, strong and relevant than ever plus I have two kids who support me no matter what I do.

Only their opinion counts and no one else's.

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