My confession to my fellow girls and probably to the US security apparatus. Having grown-up as something of a “pretty-boy”, it seems that I have attracted men all my life. I started experimenting with my gender fluid sexuality at a very young age with a neighbor and fellow pretty boy. I forgot about such male attractions for many years until I got to middle school and my gym teacher could not keep his hands off of me. Being a wild-eyed southern boy, I spent all my time chasing girls. I joined the Army as an Infantry officer at a young age and largely forgot about any of my attractions to males. I was, and am still to date, always surprised by the rare advances from men. I hate to admit it; but, in my mid-20s, because of my ridiculous religious beliefs at the time, I probably turned to marriage as means to hopefully “cure” myself of my gender fluid sexuality. Big mistake. To thine own self, be true. Fast forward 2 more marriages and three decades of self-denial and “discipline”, with the help of some wonderful gay friends, I am finally getting closer to accepting myself. Odd how these feminine feelings have never left me. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever understand life. The whole journey, and my life journey to come, has certainly given me a much greater empathy towards the transgender community. C’est la vie! Now, being recently divorced, I have some real decisions to make. I present myself daily as a heterosexual male. However, given the comments about my “attractiveness” from some of my male friends, I am certain that I am not fooling everyone. Meanwhile, my thoughts constantly return to my longing to develop my feminine attributes. Story to be continued.