After I got over, what's wrong with me and the tried to find a label that fit I realized my life was passing me by. I had an epithany that this is it, one life one chance, I realized and understood that the most powerful thing I could be was to be myself and not try to live up to anyone else's expectations.
I live as I want and no longer feel the need to be accepted (by anyone).
I always had some feminine mannerisms that I tried to supress. I guess now I just don't care. This is me, take it or leave it Some maleness still surfaces, the need to protect my loved ones, be the supporter but they are minor and at this point uncontrollable. I finally love myself and through that can be more loving and understanding.