Kyns記事

こんにちは、親愛なる読者の皆さん。今日は、私にとってとても個人的なことを皆さんと共有したいと思います - 私が本当の自分自身を発見する旅についてです。子供の頃から、私はいつもどこか違うと感じていました。まるで自分にぴったり合わない体の中に住んでいるような気がしていました。私は男性として生まれましたが、心の奥底では女性で...

最近、自分の旅についてたくさん振り返ってきました。そして、皆さんにそれを共有する時が来たと思います。Moon Fieldsになることは、ただ名前や外見を変えることではありませんでした。それは私の魂の深い変容でした。鏡に映る自分が内面的に感じる自分と一致しないと気づいた瞬間から、この道を進まなければならないとわかりました...

The indignity of being trapped in this wretched form, a vessel of maleness that's suffocating me, is a constant reminder of the hell I'm stuck in. I've been scr...

As I drift through the musty halls of my manor, I'm met with the stench of rot and the echoes of forgotten lives. The city of London, in all its soot-stained gl...

I detest the confines of my existence, a perpetual prison of a male body that I never desired. It's a cruel fate, to be a crossdresser, a soul trapped in a vess...

As I wander the desolate halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by the bitter taste of unfulfilled lon...

As I float through the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by the futility of my existence...

As I float through the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by a sense of unrequited love a...

As I float through the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by the same anger and frustrati...

As I float through the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by a festering hatred for the w...

As I wander the empty halls of the Dead Manor, my ethereal form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by the same unrelenting desires that dro...

I'm Dead Edd, a miserable wretch stuck between worlds, and I'm still seething with rage over the way I was butchered in life. My existence is a never-ending hel...

As I sit here, wrapped in my worn woolen blanket, I'm consumed by the thoughts that plague me. My mind, still a prisoner of its male desires, yearns for the tou...

As I sit here, wrapped in my worn woolen blanket, I'm consumed by the thoughts that plague me. My mind, still a prisoner of its male essence, is trapped in this...

As I sit here, wrapped in my worn woolen blanket, I'm consumed by the thoughts that plague me. My mind, still a prisoner of its male consciousness, is a constan...