Not metaphorically. Not "in spirit." Actually, literally, unapologetically sparkle - because some days are simply born for glitter, for anticipation that tingles under the skin, for smiles that start before you even realize you’re smiling. Today is one of those days. Our boyfriend’s birthday. And my wife and I are just taking off, hearts already halfway there, bodies still in motion, minds buzzing like champagne bubbles that refuse to settle. There is something magical about birthdays when you love deeply and in more than one direction. They are not just milestones of age, but celebrations of connection. They are excuses to pause ordinary time and say: you matter, you are cherished, you are worth effort, surprise, beauty, and a little bit of theatrical joy . And oh, do we intend to bring the theater. The journey itself already feels ceremonial. Bags packed with care, playlists chosen with intention, little glances exchanged between my wife and me that say everything without w...

Why Ritualized Correction Can Be a Positive Force in a Female Led Relationship I try to keep this blog optimistic and positive, because for us a Female Led Relationship has always been about trust, clarity, and mutual growth rather than control for its own sake. Still, honesty means acknowledging that leadership also includes correction. Especially during the first years of our relationship, when roles, expectations, and personal habits were still forming, guidance sometimes needed to be reinforced with consequences. What mattered to us from the very beginning was that this was never arbitrary. Every act of correction had a reason, a purpose, and a clearly educational intention. Over time, we discovered that structure made these moments easier, fairer, and emotionally safer for both of us. What began as spontaneous reactions gradually evolved into a ritual. This ritual did not make correction harsher; it made it clearer. It helped my wife lead with calm focus and consistency, and it he...

A New Year Letter to My Readers Happy New Year, my lovelies - my dear readers, companions, and kindred spirits who have walked beside me through another turning of the calendar. As the year opens like a fresh journal, its pages still crisp and inviting, I find myself filled with gratitude, warmth, and a deep sense of hopeful anticipation. Thank you for being here, for listening, for reflecting, and for allowing me the space to share my inner world with honesty and care. A new year always invites reflection. It asks us to look back with compassion and forward with courage. When I look back, I see a year shaped by growth, vulnerability, and the quiet bravery of choosing authenticity again and again. I see lessons learned gently and sometimes firmly, moments of laughter that lingered long after the sound faded, and moments of challenge that ultimately strengthened my resolve to live truthfully. Through it all, you have been present - reading, thinking, feeling alongside me - and that conn...

A quiet reflection on love, distance, chosen closeness, and the gentle rituals that carry us into what comes next The year ends not with a bang, but with a long exhale. That is how 2025 feels when I look at it from this quiet threshold between what has been and what might come next. We are not a household of resolutions. None of us - neither my wife nor our boyfriend nor I - have ever been particularly drawn to the ritual of promising ourselves radical change at the turn of the calendar. Perhaps it is because life already asks enough of us, or because we know too well how unpredictable the coming months will be. Instead, we do something gentler and, in its own way, more demanding: we reflect. We sit with the year, turn it over slowly, notice its textures, and then we begin, carefully, to imagine what the next one might hold. When I think of 2025 as a whole, the first word that comes to mind is "full." Full of days that rushed past too quickly, full of evenings where exhaustio...

There is a kind of silence that belongs only to Christmas. It is not the silence of absence or emptiness, but the silence of something profound choosing not to shout. I have often found that this silence speaks more clearly to my heart than sermons, debates, or explanations ever could. In it, I sense a truth that has shaped my faith, my marriage, and my understanding of myself: the secret of Christmas is not power, but humility; not self-assertion, but self-giving; not spectacle, but quiet presence. I write these reflections from a place that may seem paradoxical to some. I am a husband who understands himself as feminized in his role, and I am also deeply religious. In many contexts, feminization is reduced to fetish, performance, or sexuality alone. That framing has never been sufficient for me. For me, feminization is not primarily about desire; it is about vocation. It is about inhabiting a way of being that emphasizes receptivity, gentleness, service, and attentiveness to others. ...

Why 25 November Is Personal - Even When Others Don’t Expect It Every year, as November darkens and the air sharpens, I feel myself preparing - emotionally, mentally, and deeply - for the arrival of 25 November , the day the world turns orange. For many, it’s an international day of activism. For me, it feels like coming back to myself - to my identity, my empathy, and the reasons I stand up for what I believe in. Orange the World But my presence in this movement has not always been understood. Not by strangers. Not by acquaintances. Sometimes not even by people who thought they knew me well. The Roots - and Where My Story Meets Them The story of the Mirabal sisters - three women murdered for resisting a dictator - was one of the first threads that pulled me into this movement. Their courage resonated with me in a way that felt almost physical. Their fight wasn’t only about politics. It was about the value of femininity, dignity, and bodily autonomy - themes that echo deeply in my own ...