crossdressing


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It’s been a busy year. Have I mentioned that yet? I have? Oh ok, I’ll probably shut up about it (at some point). Opportunities to dress have… well, they’ve existed, but having both the time and inclination to do anything about it has been an issue. I had a goal to dress up once a month, or twelve times this year. At last count, I was at nine, so there’s still a way to go. That said, during the last few months of the year, I made some progress on that front. So let’s revisit that. (You might have seen […]

Getting back into the swing of things



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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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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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I generally hesitate to make a blog post like the one I’m about to write, because I like the idea of having these posts be much more focused on crossdressing and less about just the general things that are going on with me. That said, I feel pretty awful about my lack of posts for the last 6 months. My bad. Though in my defence, in those six months I’ve felt mostly like this:

Change: Everyone’s favourite agent of destruction



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One of the first questions we ask ourselves once we realise that we’re crossdressers/transvestites is “Why am I like this? Why am I a crossdresser?” Usually it’s not from a place of genuine curiosity, but a place of shame, or of misplaced guilt, or of anguish, because we’re suddenly assaulted by this reality of being different from everyone else – not by choice, but by circumstance, as if Fate has dealt us a shitty hand that we have no choice but to play. Well, ok. That’s one way to look at it. Another way to look at it is as […]

Crossdressing: Nature or Nurture?