Okay, like I'm 39 years old two years ago, and finally get it figured out. Why I only do well with weirdos, and how my ex-wife thinks I'm the devil. Everyone else kinda knew it from the beginning, but they didn't know what they knew they knowed. I was never a mere crossdresser, I was trans. I say was because the trials of life has left a mark. I can't quite claim a female identity now, but I truly don't have a masculine one.