Is what I have taken to calling that urge. The unwelcome urge. My rational mind screams that I want to be a woman. My hormones dampen my clarity. I feel the sexual urges of a male, when my mind is well aware it is not what I truly want, yet the desire becomes unbearable.
So I have taken to calling it my dark passenger. As Dexter did to describe his urges.
Random post I know. But I'm drunk. I'm probably preaching to the choir here but does anybody else just drink to help calm the ongoing crisis a little?