Something I've suspected for more than a few months now.
But I wasn't sure.
It's one of those things that gradually sneaks up on you while you aren't paying attention.
That gentle, insistent voice in your mind that never quite goes away, even when you might wish that it would.
Then, one day, out of the blue, it hits you like a thunderbolt.
And when that happens, there's no use denying the truth.
I told myself when I decided to transition that I wouldn't limit myself in any way. And that I would be completely open to new experiences. And that I would share them, instead of hiding out because of shame, or guilt, or fear.
Accordingly, I've decided it's time to finally acknowledge, publicly, to myself and to you, how I feel in my heart of hearts.
So… here goes:
I'm in love.
I've said it. In public. For all the world to see.
And the object of my affection, you ask?