So I have some built up needs for sex happening all day yesterday. We finally get the baby to bed, get upstairs, and get ready. We've initiated foreplay and he stops and says "I'm drunk and have a boner... I have something to tell you, but I need you to know I love you so much" so I'm like what, what's up? And he's all anxious and nervous and I'm like "you best tell me what's going on or I'm rolling over and going to bed," going through my mind I'm worried this mother fucker is gonna tell me he's gay, or he's cheating, or some bull shit. He sidelines me with "I'm kinda in to the idea of cross dressing," WHAT 😳😳

So I sit up and I'm like "I have so many questions, what the heck, we're MARRIED!" He tells me to calm down and it's just some dumb jizz fantasy, and he's not actually into it. I'm still sitting here like, I'm gonna have to take this man to drag shows or some shit, I don't know.