There are a million princesses out there and not enough like you for boys like me

In November last year, I wrote one of my favourite blog posts I’ve ever written; the post ‘mmm..gonna try with a little help from my friends’ was a cry for help, a call for advice. Looking back, I remember scoffing at your answers; not taking them seriously and indeed in the depth of being dumped right before Christmas forgetting all about them.

But then a recent search brought one visitor to my site looking for the answer to “why do tomboys usually become lesbians?*” and it reminded me of it; it made me realise that deep in my heart I always assumed (as i’ve put it to many people) I’m “a boy in a girl’s body”.

I’ve always thought that I fancied girls more than men; (Kate Beckinsale is top of my top 5) that women were hotter in porn, in movies, in music; that men were there to be ‘friends’. (Indeed that is how each and every one of my relationships have ended up, the sex dwindling away to nothing, Saturdays spent on the terraces rather than shopping for sexy underwear treats.) I’ve never seen myself as a girl, and in turn I always thought I had potential to ‘come out’ as it were.

So now is that time.

Ha! Had a heart attack yet? I’m only teasing; i’m not outing myself as being a lesbian, but as being straight.

It’s a strange epiphany to have, a major change in perception for me. I honestly thought that one day I’d stop messing around with guys and get the girlfriend I always thought wanted but was way to scared to try out. But as i’ve grown older, become more confident in my skin and how I see myself – being attractive and being attracted, its men that I see myself with.

But whatever advice I ask for, however much I think I desire to change I’m honestly never going to wear fake tan, bronzer, manicure my nails, pluck my eyebrows or straighten my hair everyday. I’m never going to stop being a wall flower next to some girls. But that is ok. I can look good in my own way.

So, over the course of the weekend, I gave both the cleavage and the legs an outing just for a bit of a shake up, a bit of a reminder to myself that, despite how differently my mind works, that I do have a girls body, that I deserve to treat myself like one, that beneath the tomboy skin lies a sensitive soul that needs to be found attractive – and that really deep down I am a girl.

Oh and the Boy needs me to look like a hot girl once in a while. And hot I did.

Mwah

Kx

*i’m trying not to worry about the other Google searches – “backstabbing sluts” “how to make a girl fuck happy” “hard fast sex” “drink girl fucking” and “make a girl do anything”.

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