For years, I chased something I couldn’t name—a magnetic longing for the feminine that followed me from childhood crushes to marriage, from infatuation to spiritual ache. I thought it was about a woman. I thought it was about sex. I thought it would go away once I found “the one.”
It didn’t.
This is the story of that longing. The shame it carried, the fantasies it fueled, and the fire that finally refined it.