It’s a funny thing when you finally get what you want. There’s always something more to aim for, something more to “get”.
That’s what I’m finding lately; besides lower surgery, which seems unobtainable until we buy a house and pay off the mortgage – I feel as though I’ve arrived at the state of simply male.
Yet I find myself yearning for contact with other guys like me, even though each and every single time I’ve been to a group or something specifically for the category of man in which I reside – something nags at me the entire time and I find myself leaving frustrated.
I don’t quite know how to articulate the feelings I’ve been having, but I can hear quiet echoes of my sentiments ebb and flow across tumblr. This is comforting, albeit sad.
In a town where even gay people go “stealth” – for thier literal saftey as much as piece of mind – this whole rigamarole feels wrong. Ungrateful somehow?
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