Yes Una, I suppose that R was involved in some of my crushes before I became aware of him, more or less. Especially my longest relationship, which gave me PTSD symptoms from the very beginning

. I don't know if it matters at all, but my partner turned out to be confused about his own sexual orientation, in other words, he was hyper masculine and did his best to repress his bisexuality. But that was just him, not me; at any rate, when we were close to break-up he used to repeatedly say that I'm 'not the same person' he started to date with. But here I go again connecting things that necessarily have nothing to do with each other. It's so easy to make a whole narrative out of little things like that.
When I think of my adolescence, I have to be careful not to confuse the fact that I've 'always' wanted to do also boy things with the feeling that some of that was perhaps caused by a male alter or alters. I might have mentioned that when I was two - three I planned to become a 'big man' when I was angry and wanted revenge, and when I was in a good mood I called myself a 'sailor boy'. Come to think of it, the girl and boy sides of me used to exist always side by side, and when I reached my teens it became painful that I was just a girl to everyone, when I didn't quite feel like one. Until I was twenty, I was frequently mistaken as a boy by grown-up men who didn't know me.

That didn't make me feel glad, just freakish. For a long time I was just frozen, I was nothing ... at least nothing specific, although I had strong sexual feelings and emotions towards boys. Perhaps I was emotionally like a homosexual boy in a closet? A funny coincidence, four of my closest male friends in my teens are nowadays openly gay, and they all had a crush on me for some time.
Well, I think I could go on and on with this sort of monologue. But the funny thing is that when R finally came out almost six years ago, I felt that he balanced things out a lot. I could address much of the masculine stuff that had existed without no understandable source 'back' to him, and in return he reminded me of my own sensitivity by making me experience emotions that had been somewhere in the background for a long time. In a way he is more feminine than me, especially when it comes to how he wants to look like, dress up and so on

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If I ever fall in love again, the questions will be: are we both in love, and if it's only him (a more likely scenario), will I spoil it for us? Today for instance R has been away all day, and I can't get in touch with my yesterday's romantic vibe at all. There's none.