It Gets Worse

One person’s “disgraceful” is another person’s “HERO.”

Most of the people that watched me online assumed I was gay anyway. The closet I was hiding in wasn’t even a closet; it was more like a beaded curtain. Pink, glittery, loud hanging beads just waiting for me to pop out and say, “HEY, QUEEN!!”

I never went to college, so I kinda missed out on my experimentation days. Instead I had chosen to cross-dress on the internet in front of my webcam for children, which, now looking back, I guess is pretty experimental.