I have a special interest in winds. Admittedly, my special interest in winds might be considered a fetish, but I'm proud of it because of how it really shapes my self-identity. Without a doubt, I probably wouldn't have discovered that I'm trans without this fetish. Wearing a skirt and having Marilyn Monroe moments just gives me gender euphoria.

I feel validated that I'm not the only one who has a special interest like mine. Especially when it's queer people. It's interesting how I used to be so scared of storms, but now I have a full on special interest in it. I really can't help but love how the winds make me feel and how they helped me find myself, even if it's weird. I still love the freeing feeling it gives. Like, as if I escaped to another place with no worries.

Windy days (even strong ones) will keep giving me euphoria and escapism, for as long as I live as a carefree girl who loves to wear flowy clothes.