2.7.26 - A Bit of Exhibiting
After a long time, I finally had the chance to go to the club again. To comfort my alternative self a little. To be myself again. To feel those special feelings that an ordinary man doesn't know. It's like being intoxicated, when the everyday duties of a man stay outside the club doors and behind them you step into a different life. A life without male mundanities, yet enriched by the feminine ones. All that thinking, preparation, getting dressed, doing the makeup. There's a lot of it for one evening, but for me it's a special pleasant relaxation. And when after all that effort a compliment comes, or just someone wanting to chat, I'm happy and at that moment I'm determined that quitting still doesn't make sense for a transvestite at my age and there will be a next time. But even if so, would I even be capable of quitting? It got me.... It's possible that you'll have to put up with me here one way or another 😜