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"Most men lead lives of ..."  

Terrichange 56T
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1/1/2019 11:35 am
"Most men lead lives of ..."

Happy New Year everybody that reads my posts; I do appreciate it very much.

I've been thinking a lot lately about Henry David Thoreau"s quote, you know the one that states, "Most men leave lives of quiet desperation." I think to an extent that he is correct. I've joked for about my "chronic low-grade<b> depression.</font></b>" I have never been clinically diagnosed because the majority of the time I not depressed. the person that lifts up those around me and always have been. And yet, like a seductive lover, that fucking wench Desperation is always lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to pounce upon me.

Being a TG is so weird, at least for me it is. For example, I am somewhat vain when in feminine attire and savage myself regarding my looks and my body shape. For me being "passable" means that I could be out in public and nobody would even look at me twice. I would just blend in as a rather tall woman. Perhaps people might think that I had gone to college on a volley ball scholarship. Maybe some men would notice my legs as they were visible due to the skirt or dress I would be wearing; but really I just want to blend in. Yet, when in what I'll "Guy mode" I don't give a fuck what I wear or what I look like. I also KNOW if I really wanted to fuck a woman, while in Guy mode, that I could. Yet when I acting and dressing outwardly as the female I've always been on the inside. insecurity rules the day.

There have been several men who tell me that I passable (thank you Bannister) and I guess ultimately I don't believe them. Because if I did believe these men and their perceptions of me when dressed, well I would be out in public doing so.

Please don't confuse my explaining stuff with complaining about stuff. I don't complain. I vent to those that are close to me, as needed; and then move on.

So what is the solution to leading a life of quiet desperation? I think, and I wrote "think" because I don't know if correct on what I think the solution is. I think if we love ourselves and each other a little more than we do now, that may be the antidote to the seductive wench, Desperation. Could it really be that fucking simple? Well that's what going to experiment with in the New Year. Love.

As always, thank you for reading my blog and be safe and have fun.

Terri

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