[PleasantlyFascinated]

What if personality and identity are imperfect adaptations we’ve taught ourselves or have been forced to learn, which overlay and eventually suffocate the true self?

What if the true self is pure awareness, thrilled to be born into physical existence?

What then would differentiate an an unhealthy obsession from an ordinary strong interest? Doesn't an interest only become an obsession after one has tried, and failed, to repress it?

I ask myself, how can a strong interest in feeling/looking/even experiencing femaleness be all that bad? Why should I repress it? So I don't. I just keep it hidden from those who cannot understand.

Hormones are intoxicating modulators to our awareness of physical existence. I'd like to experience as much of them as I can safely get away with.