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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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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 read an article not-too-long ago at The Onion, titled Woman Feels Like She’s Finally Ready To Start Receiving Unsolicited Vulgar Messages Again. (If you’re unaware, The Onion is a solid satire site). This particular article, as with all good satire, is both hilarious and extremely pointed – it hit its subject matter squarely on the nose – or went cleanly through it and continued on a path out of the back of its skull, if we insist on sticking to our ‘pointed’ metaphor. As a male on the internet, I in no way stand out. No one cares what […]

Male Attention (or “How To Make Me Not Like You”)



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It seems like everyone has done some kind of crossdresser timeline, except me. Not one to avoid a good ol’ bandwagon, let’s get this show on the road. A lot of these dates are estimates. 2003 (ish) This is the earliest picture I can find of myself dressed up. I was at university at the time, but still living at home – it’s no wonder that there’s almost no pics from this time. I had a sort of defined style, insomuch as I remember reading how the goth community was very accepting about dudes wearing skirts, so I figured… I […]

My Crossdresser Timeline





For lots of reasons, I hadn’t crossdressed at work since February, which ended up being about 3 months. I suppose that’s not the longest time I haven’t dressed, but for some reason it felt like an eternity. I’ve been crossdressing at work on and off for a couple of years now, but this was probably the longest window in which I hadn’t. I’d been planning to dress for a while, but for whatever reason, the previous weeks didn’t work out. Yesterday, however… it was time. Ah, public transport, how I loathe thee. And yet, I need thee… so keep working, […]

Back to work



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Someone at work recently posted a link to an article about the difficulties women face in choosing what to wear for work/interviews (great article, well worth a read – http://www.xojane.com/issues/professional-dress-for-women) On the days where I present as male at work, so little thought goes into my appearance – I just grab a t-shirt and a hoodie, check to make sure my jeans are still wearable (SNIFF TEST), and then head into work. However, on the days where I present as female, every little thing becomes an enormous battle – I have to (fairly exhaustively) mentally prepare the night before, judging […]

Dressing for work (or yet another reason why it must ...



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This might seem controversial and counter-intuitive, but I truly believe that for lots of reasons, passing isn’t important. Bear with me. What do we want as crossdressers? I wonder sometimes, how deeply we examine this. Take a moment to consider what you want, or even why you crossdress. Really stop and think about it. Do you want to be a woman? Do you want to look like a woman? Is it just about the clothes, or is it something more? Is it purely sexual? Is it not sexual at all, but something more elusive? Is it wrapped up in your […]

Why I don’t think passing is important