Should we bravely face this homosexual identity, which seems to be innate and cannot be chosen or changed, or should we struggle and struggle?
Plato wrote a fable more than two thousand years ago: Everyone is an incomplete individual split into two halves, searching for the other half throughout his life. The culture I live in tells us that the whole is "yin" and "yang", but I have always believed that every man throughout his life is only looking for the "prototype" of the same or opposite sex in his body, and I, as a woman, am looking for the "prototype" of being a woman.
Intention: Learn to love and say goodbye.