My mind no longer dwells on things that pull me down into the abyss of depression. Laughter has returned to it's former state with me and I find myself flirting with women at work and fantasizing about possible scenarios with them. And to be truthful, once in a blue moon I have fantasies with men. I've found that I need to be the one who imposes restrictions on my thoughts and activities, not society. If I feel like sucking a cock, then I'll suck one and not feel bad about it. But it is and always will be the femininity, the smell and the touch of women that draws me closer, not men. The sight of a soft breast (especially a small one) visible through a partially unbuttoned blouse, or a nice taught ass in a pair of tight jeans turns me into a starving animal stalking its prey.
Each day now is an adventure. The air seems cleaner and crisper. Time is passing and I am moving on to whatever or whoever. Which reminds me, it's time I move on to work if I want to keep my job.