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Kätzchen · 11-30-2018, 05:00 PM

One of the career's I miss most, and most likely always will, is my former career as a hair stylist. For over 25 years, depending on which client I saw the most, and depending on private conversations between myself and said client, I would reveal something entirely unknown about myself to them, but only if my "secret" would help them see that I had first hand knowledge of the struggle they faced, so they'd know they weren't alone.

I know that when I revealed particular 'secret' aspects about myself, in such a manner to the ones who were lucky to learn about those types of proverbial secrets, it made a difference in their lives, as well as my own, and of course, they most nearly always became a long-standing return client for hair services.

Sometimes revealing my secrets is cathartic. And sometimes revealing secrets about my life to others is simply an act of loving kindness.

JDeere · 12-01-2018, 01:14 AM

I miss life back in Oklahoma.

I dont do well with stress.

FireSignFemme · 12-01-2018, 07:51 AM

When I was 13 I ran away from home with a friend to Norman Oklahoma. Home was Washington State. It was that precursor thing that landed me in a Christian group home prisoner of war camp surrounded by chain link fence and rolls of razor wire. Well there wasn't razor wire at first, just barb wire. But then I escaped so...

Bèsame* · 12-01-2018, 08:29 AM

I have more than 50 pieces of hand blown glass candy. I bring them out at Christmas, and don't you know, I look at the details of every single piece by the time I have to pack them up with the rest of my decorations.

12-01-2018, 08:29 AM	#4
Bèsame* Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: Femm Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: loved by many Join Date: Sep 2012 Location: Closer to the waves Posts: 15,382 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,118 Thanked 40,948 Times in 10,733 Posts Rep Power: 21474864	I have more than 50 pieces of hand blown glass candy. I bring them out at Christmas, and don't you know, I look at the details of every single piece by the time I have to pack them up with the rest of my decorations. __________________ kisses A kiss is a whisper in your mouth. Can I borrow a kiss? I promise to give it back.

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11-30-2018, 05:00 PM	#1
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, please. Relationship Status: Attached to my granddaughter and chosen family. Join Date: May 2010 Location: Enjoying life @ home Posts: 16,077 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,755 Thanked 33,524 Times in 10,650 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	One of the career's I miss most, and most likely always will, is my former career as a hair stylist. For over 25 years, depending on which client I saw the most, and depending on private conversations between myself and said client, I would reveal something entirely unknown about myself to them, but only if my "secret" would help them see that I had first hand knowledge of the struggle they faced, so they'd know they weren't alone. I know that when I revealed particular 'secret' aspects about myself, in such a manner to the ones who were lucky to learn about those types of proverbial secrets, it made a difference in their lives, as well as my own, and of course, they most nearly always became a long-standing return client for hair services. Sometimes revealing my secrets is cathartic. And sometimes revealing secrets about my life to others is simply an act of loving kindness.

12-01-2018, 01:14 AM	#2
JDeere Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: Transgender Preferred Pronoun?: He/him/his Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Jul 2014 Location: Oklahoma Posts: 17,752 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 31,018 Thanked 28,836 Times in 9,708 Posts Rep Power: 21474865	I miss life back in Oklahoma. I dont do well with stress.

12-01-2018, 07:51 AM	#3
FireSignFemme Senior Member How Do You Identify?: N/A Join Date: Jan 2016 Location: WA Posts: 4,434 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 37,962 Thanked 10,292 Times in 3,147 Posts Rep Power: 21474849	When I was 13 I ran away from home with a friend to Norman Oklahoma. Home was Washington State. It was that precursor thing that landed me in a Christian group home prisoner of war camp surrounded by chain link fence and rolls of razor wire. Well there wasn't razor wire at first, just barb wire. But then I escaped so...