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So I guess I should have stopped here before I did anything else. Hi, I'm Persephone or Insert real name here, and no I'm not a devil's angel although that would be ironic if I'm truly honest. That in itsself is a complex story. For now hopefully, I can paint a different picture of whoever I am.

Like all estranged boys I wasn't too sure where I fit in in life. A leader. I started in football, basketball, and baseball. Everyone knew my name from the local schools. Sports became a job I took seriously but not too seriously.  My Coach once made a speech that everyone was replaceable except for one "Cat". Turns out that wasn't true. Betrayal is everywhere? I should probably stop there and just lock that new idea up. Its not significant anyway. I was good but not that good. I never understood why he said that. The speech started off well until my friends all told their parents. Pretty sure he just meant something else. Let's just say, Folks got their feelings hurt and Betrayal comes from the blind side. Thus sports and I are divorced.

Even though two a days and three a days would come into my life I was never the beef cake. Tall and an athletic skinny was my body type. I knew I looked good. A womanizer. All the ladies were a target almost with no regard to aesthetics. If you were fun come and get some... tongue only. A tease or introvert. I talked a big game, but I was shy and embarrassed but for good reason. Puberty started and my nipples hurt, holy pony they hurt. Let me say that again to let it sink in my aeriolas hurt so bad I would close my eyes and grit my teeth. Perhaps that's what Truegrit was all about.  One day I remember being on the court and they were simply touched...like delayed signal I fell to the court dying like a sista! I went to the doctor, "it's part of puberty. He will go back to normal." Bull I thought to myself. What the hell are these feelings! He never checked my levels, but I would later learn that I had an abundance of natural estrogen in my body. Let me tell you reader, the women weren't the only persons of interest on my suspect list. No mam. Let me do a TSA pat down on everyone! Woman or man it doesn't matter. In my younger days,I had tried on mom's panties, hose, heels, etc.  The thoughts would not go away. Oh my, maybe I am the devil. I had "friends".

Wow, am I talking too much? Yes, I do believe I am. Somewhere I thought this was all important to introduce myself.  Now at this point I will just say: high school, then a dark period where the sun stopped for 2 years, then college, married my what ought to have been my high school sweet heart but wasn't; in an instant sista became a Father!!!! Best thing that ever happened I think. Unfortunately, still a shit husband, rocky roads, mostly my fault.
<p style="text-align: left;">   In an effort to be a better person and more honest human being. I told my wife everything! Insert crazy here. Realized that if there were good and evil, that I was tired of being the bad guy. It's a struggle but I'm overcoming.   Now, I have so much more respect for my wife. She is a special person. She saved me time and time again. She is my hero literally. She deserves better than me.</p>
Perhaps this is TMI. Oh well, I'm 33 gender fluid. Hug ya xx  pics coming soon maybe.