Shortly put, “It’s all about me!” This is more of a journal/diary than a blog, and I intend to use it to talk about my life, how I got to where/who I am now, and daily insight and changes to my life as I go forward. There is an awful lot to cover, so I wish I had started this long ago. As you read, you will no doubt come to realize that much of what I have to say is about the past, at least in these early posts.
I’ve made this blog public, as one thing I strive to do in all things I write (I’m a part-time writer [is there such a thing??] for a living) is to help others along the same path I have walked. It is also for very special people in my life (like Mommy … you’ll read more about her later) to understand and know me better. You’ve probably already learned one thing about me – I interrupt myself a lot with parenthetical references.
So, let me start. It would seem to me there are two questions at hand – “WHAT am I”, and “WHO am I”? These two subjects are actually very different.
WHAT am I? I am a 41 year old man, mostly average build, spiritual, conservative in religious views (taking the Bible literally), single, virgin, trying to make my way in this world.
That is not WHO I am, though. WHO I am comes from inside, and I am a 6 year old girl. Yes, I know. You’re shocked (unless you already know me, or you got here by googling “Adult Little Girl” or something. I love playing with my dollies, I love wearing frilly dresses (and other feminine clothing), I love the color purple … there are many things I love that make me who I am. The little girl part of me still loves God very much – but is not as deep a debater. She likes to try new things all the time, and is still babyish in many ways, wearing diapers and drinking from a baby bottle are a couple examples of this. She sometimes gets into mischief … spanking is not a great punishment for her because she actually likes that. Being ignored breaks her heart.
She is sometimes insecure and if she FEELS she is being ignored, she will cry out for attention, and that likely comes from the way I grew up – very much a loner, very few friends, and VERY bullied. In the next few posts, I will talk about how I discovered my LG self.