I had resolved not to overthink this date. That was ridiculous, of course. Even on the way to the restaurant, I had internally run through about twelve possible versions of the evening. In one version, we hit it off immediately, laughed at the same silly things, and lost track of time. In another version, we talked about our jobs for twenty minutes, [...]
A sissy weekly plan is ideal if you don't just want to try out sissy tasks spontaneously, but desire a clear structure. Instead of having to think anew each day about what you could do, a weekly plan provides a gentle framework: self-care, journaling, feminine clothing, posture, rules, and conscious reflection. This doesn't mean that every day is extreme or [...]
I knew as soon as I woke up that something was going to happen today. Not because I can see the future. I wish. Then I could have saved myself some embarrassing dating app conversations, bad outfit choices, and three completely unnecessary meltdowns in front of the mirror. But today, something was just in the air. A quiet, tingling feeling, as if the day had already begun before [...]
I was determined to be more relaxed this time. Really. After the first date with Tom, I thought the worst part was over. I'd gone out as Lea. I'd sat in a cafe. I'd talked to a stranger, laughed, drunk cappuccino, and hadn't fallen off my chair from nerves. Actually, I should have [
Ich hatte Jona seit unserem ersten Treffen nicht mehr aus dem Kopf bekommen. Das war etwas unpraktisch, weil mein Kopf eigentlich auch für andere Dinge zuständig war. Einkaufen. Arbeiten. Schlafen. Nicht dauernd auf mein Handy schauen, sobald es vibrierte. Aber seit diesem Tag auf dem Gaming-Flohmarkt hatte mein Gehirn beschlossen, Jona in Dauerschleife abzuspielen. Sein […]
Marlon hadn't opened the package for three days. It was lying on the armchair in the bedroom, still in its plain brown shipping box, as harmless and at the same time as heavy as a secret. Every time he entered the room, his gaze drifted there. Every time he told himself: later. Not now. Today he […]
I was twelve when I first realized I wanted to be different somehow, without knowing exactly how. Back then, I never would have said, „I'm going to be an e-boy.“ I didn't know that word yet. I just knew that I often felt boring in normal clothes. Jeans, some T-shirt, sneakers, done. Like this [...]
I don't think I'll ever forget this evening. Not because everything was perfect. It wasn't perfect at all. I was nervous, finished way too early, changed my outfit three times, and seriously considered canceling and pretending I suddenly had a fever. But that's exactly why it feels, as I […]
Ich habe heute Morgen so getan, als wäre ich ganz normal aufgewacht. Bin ich aber nicht. In Wahrheit war ich schon wach, bevor mein Wecker überhaupt eine Chance hatte, mich zu nerven. Mein Handy lag neben mir auf dem Kissen, als hätte ich es im Schlaf bewacht wie einen kleinen Schatz. Und ja, natürlich habe […]
Ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie ich mich auf ein Blind Date vorbereiten sollte. Bei einem normalen Date konnte man wenigstens vorher ein bisschen stalken. Nicht schlimm natürlich. Nur so dieses harmlose „Ich schaue mir kurz jedes Bild, jede Story, jeden Kommentar und eventuell deine Spotify-Playlist an“-Stalken. Ganz normale Recherche. Wissenschaftlich praktisch. Aber bei diesem Date […]