OK, today I had an even more beautiful, pretty, and sexy hair cut than the last time. I opened and exposed my soul to my hair stylist about what it is like to be a transgender MTF, that it is no picnic, that this is not by choice and having to spend so many decades hiding the truth about myself to the outside world is a bone crushing and agonizing self truth.
I told her about the agonizing depression about my gender dysphoria.
This wonderful lady gave me a big hug and her eyes became weepy with tears as she held my hand.
The next stylist to us, the man who owns the business, came over to me and reached out and lovingly held and stroked my hand. Oh, my goodness, I hope my sisters and brothers on this forum could have felt the wonderful vibe they gave me today.
