I had a very anxiety ridden weekend. Yesterday afternoon, Sunday, I felt like a balloon ready to burst. I had to get out of myself and called a friend who is also a therapist. She has been remodeling her house and just happened to need some help. Perfect.

She showed me the wonderful work she had been doing mostly by herself. We then installed a new built in microwave. After that was time for microwave popcorn and beer.

After much bantering about this and that, I told her I was soon to see a therapist and that I had an agenda. She asked if I wanted to tell her more. I said yes, but it was hard to do. I told her about my recent revelations about my gender confusion. She was delighted that I told her and said she was not a bit surprised.

It feels so good to be able to be honest with someone about myself. I never really understood why gay people felt so compelled to "come out" before. (Why can't they be happy with their secrets?) Now it is becoming clear. I can hardly wait for the time to come that I feel strong enough in myself to let the world know I am a mixed up person and let the chips fall wherever they go.