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 ...

How I Got My Shenmen Piercing Birthdays have always been special in our little trio - me, my wife, and our boyfriend. We’re big on surprises, spontaneous adventures, and small gestures that turn ordinary days into unforgettable memories. But this year, my birthday gift went far beyond anything I could have imagined. It wasn’t just a surprise; it was a whole experience - a warm-hearted, slightly nerve-wracking, and beautifully emotional one. So, here’s the story of how I got my new Shenmen piercing - a sparkling reminder of love, connection, and trust - and how it happened during our cozy getaway in Denmark. A Birthday Trip Full of Mystery We had planned to spend a few relaxed days in Denmark, taking advantage of the autumn calm that settles over the coast after the summer crowds disappear. The weather had that soft, golden-gray tone - a little misty, with the salty smell of the sea and the kind of crisp breeze that makes you want to wrap yourself in a scarf and sip hot coffee all day....

Truth, Courage, and the Freedom to Be When I first began exploring my identity as a a feminized husbandI realized how deeply society clings to its myths. Masculinity and femininity are still seen as opposites, and anyone who blurs that line becomes a question mark in the eyes of others. Yet the world is changing, and so are the ways men express themselves. Myths About Feminine Men In this essay, I engage with the five myths outlined by Lucy83 in her insightful article  "Top 5 Myths About Feminine Men" . I’ll explore the "pro" and "con" arguments for each myth, while weaving in my own experiences as a feminized husband - someone who lives beyond the boundaries of traditional male identity, finding both joy and strength in that freedom. Myth #1: "Feminine men are gay." What the myth asserts:   That if a man expresses traits society labels as "feminine," he must automatically be homosexual. Lucy83 writes: " Being feminine says nothing...

The Joy of Choosing Softness Yesterday, we had a long and deeply interesting conversation with a friendly couple. They are open-minded, intelligent, and warm - but they found it difficult to understand why my wife, our boyfriend, and I find such joy in my living feminized. For them, the word feminization immediately triggered thoughts of humiliation, submission in the degrading sense, and weakness. What they couldn’t see at first is that our life together is not about shame or about diminishing anyone’s worth - it is about choice, conviction, and love. To live feminized, in my case, is not to accept a label someone else imposes. It is a conscious path, chosen because it brings harmony into our relationship and fullness into my being. Beyond the "Beta Male" Assumption When many people see a feminized man, they quickly filter it through the “beta male” stereotype. The common cultural image of a “beta” man is someone passive, insecure, unable to make decisions, constantly seeki...

My Sister’s 60th Birthday and the Elegance of Dressing with Joy There are milestones in life that deserve not just acknowledgment but true celebration. Today is one of those moments, a day that feels like it shimmers with significance. My sister, a woman who has shaped my life in countless ways, is turning sixty years old . Sixty years - six whole decades of stories, triumphs, challenges, laughter, resilience, and love. To celebrate her, I knew I wanted to write down not just a reflection on the day but also an anticipation of what such an event means for family, for memory, and for the way we present ourselves as part of the story. For me, presentation has always been intertwined with celebration. Since embracing a feminized way of living and showing myself to the world, family gatherings have become opportunities to embody authenticity, elegance, and joy through clothing. I’ve learned that clothes are never "just clothes." They carry messages, moods, and memories. At birthd...