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I couldn’t tell you what triggers the need to dress. It’s a lot like… uh… herpes? Like it’s just bubbling under the surface for weeks and months everything’s going fine and then BAM IT IS TIME FOR SHOES AND MAKEUP OMG!!!11oneone etc. People have mentioned being triggered by stress, or dressing to relieve stress, but it’s not something I’d ever experienced before until very recently. My last post talked about the death of my dad. We knew it was coming for 18 months, and while it was awful all the way through, it wasn’t unexpected. A month before he died, […]

Crossdressing and Stress



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Ladies and germs, welcome to this special edition of our Open Mic Night, this week coming to you from the corner of Liz’s Basement! <smattering of applause intermingled with chatter and the clinking of glasses > For our first act, coming all the way from… here… we have Liz, who’ll be playing a few of your favourite hits by Alanis Morissette and Jewel! Seems like she’s a bit shy, so let’s welcome her on to the stage! Whoo, talk about some feminist angst there. Ok, next up, we have… uh… Liz! Keeping the “lass” in “classical”, she’ll be performing some […]

Open Mic Night



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As has been previously noted, I’m fairly open about my crossdressing. I don’t shy away from it at all any more – I post pictures to my personal Facebook account, I talk about it with friends, etc. But as much as I’ve grown confident in my ability to be authentic about who I am, it’s not done without worry. A few days ago, a friend of mine who I’ve known from college (oh, so many years ago!) posted something that made clear their feelings toward the LGBT community: A petition to remove any reference to “sexual orientation or gender reassignment” […]

The dark depths of your acquaintances



Following on from my previous blog post, I wanted to talk a little about making dressing up and getting out there a bit easier. The number of days where I had decided I was going to dress up, only to end up not doing so, is depressingly large, and each time, there was always some reason why it wasn’t practical to do so. Fear, I suppose, was one of the biggest hurdles to get over. That’s still a bit of a work-in-progress – each time I dress up, there’s always a little bit of fear, and given the long hiatus, […]

Pragmatic Crossdressing: Getting out the door more easily



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Many years ago, I made a promise to my wife that if and when she became pregnant, as a show of solidarity, I would sport a beard the whole time for her benefit, as a lover of a good beard. Then, at long last, sometime last year she got pregnant. Thus began the long hiatus of Liz. Actually, that’s probably not fair. My dressing up had slowed to a crawl before that, and I hadn’t really dressed at work for many, many months. I suppose that I was already on a down-swing, and the bearded-ness, and general mental-fuzziness from there […]

Dressing again after a long hiatus



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So I hadn’t dressed up in… oh god, like a year, actually. We’ve had a lot going on, as I’ve talked about before, but this weekend I got some blessed time to myself :D Things to note: 1: We did some construction at home, and split our big downstairs into two rooms, one of which IS NOW MINE. I have all my wardrobes and my vanity down there, so it’s all miiineee yassss. 2: I got a tattoo. You shall see it shortly. I was planning on doing one of my standard photoshoots, but after trying (vaguely) desperately to deal […]

A Plague of Selfies



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You’re so vain – I bet you think this post is about you, don’t you? You might be right. I tend to be an over-analyzer. My teenage years (which I might counter-intuitively deign to leak far into my twenties) were plagued by late-nights in bed trying to sleep, playing conversations with people I’d had that day over and over in my head trying to glean more meaning than was superficially apparent from the words that they actually said, whilst also worrying about whether or not my responses were appropriate, or whether I was able to make myself fully understood. That […]

The Vain Crossdresser: A Defence of Vanity.