Being yourself is always easy. Loving yourself is easy. Too bad no one else wants you to be yourself.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Best. Day. Ever.
I found a home.. Home! I danced the night away. A pretty crossdresser complimented my clothes. I smiled and people smiled back. I danced with Wess and we boogied. That was awesome. "Do it again" says the brain. I wanted it to never end.
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