She/her, they/them.
Just starting out.
I'm shy and I don’t post much.
I adore fem-presenting people.
But no, I’m not chasing you.
Though I may wish I were you.
Please read any pinned post(s).
| Age | 70s |
| Location | Mountain West |
She/her, they/them.
Just starting out.
I'm shy and I don’t post much.
I adore fem-presenting people.
But no, I’m not chasing you.
Though I may wish I were you.
Please read any pinned post(s).
| Age | 70s |
| Location | Mountain West |
@tin I first learned to meditate 50 years ago. They said try sitting in a lotus position. I couldn’t. They said chant this mantra. That didn’t hold my attention. Then I felt this flow. Was the flow because of the breath, or was the breath because of the flow? What even was it? It didn’t matter. I could meditate on it. I could meditate.
With a little practice I found I could do it all the time, or at least as much as I wanted—while driving, while grocery shopping, while eating, while speaking, in silence, or while listening to music. Decades later I found that people went to great lengths to get snatches of this experience that I could have all the time. They called it ASMR.
I don’t try and analyze the effects of meditating like this. I don’t claim it will help you discover you’re a buddha. I don’t teach it to others. But I can do it at this or any other moment, and just be.
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So it’s time to come out. As a trans woman. Which is scary. And bewildering. Because I’m old—in my seventies. I don’t know for sure what the future holds, but it can’t stay as it has been. Whatever has to happen, has to happen now. Or never. Because it would be too big a regret to bear.
I’m still exclusively femsexual, that is I’m attracted to fem-presenting people, whatever their anatomy and however they started out in life. And on a practical note, I will probably start afresh on a new instance—where I don’t know yet, but perhaps one more geared to transfem folk. (Suggestions welcome!) If you’re reading this, I’ll probably request to follow you from there.