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Hi, I’m Davina—and I’m a crossdresser. But those words only scratch the surface of who I am and why I do this. Crossdressing for me isn’t...

This blogs all my own thoughts and story as a Crossdressing alpha male.. yes you heard me or read me an alpha male up there with the best...

Wednesday, the house was finally mine. Silence, space, time..rare commodities over the last 5-6 weeks.. On paper I had from 08:00 to 15:00 uninterrupted other than a few work meetings on TEAMS but probably no need to be on cam. A full stretch, the kind of window I’ve been craving for a few weeks. But that time had come at a cost. My wife was at a family funeral 4 hours away from home with our oldest.. The house wasn’t empty because life had lined things up neatly for me, it w

Friday was supposed to be a Davina day. I’d planned it, as an opportunity with the house to myself for 8 hours. Looked forward to it and needed it after 3 weeks of no opportunity to Crossdress and escape with high stress levels and frustration.. A good way to enter the weekend chilled after a few boring and stressy weeks in work and outside work with worries over my parents health And yet there I was, sat at my desk, deep in work, the blank diary day started filling with urge

My blogs have been very down lately I know and I apologise for that but I’m juggling too much at the moment with work, family, parents and seems like I have no me time other than out walking to keep fit with a podcast in my ears and even then I’ve been listening to podcasts on Crossdressing and advice and even played the book i’ve written which I’ve still not given to my wife to read via PDF noting Adobe PDF will read the book to you which is cool. I don't mean this one to be

Following on from my last downer of a blog and navigating in my head the Fear of “What Comes Next” my wife has in her mind. There’s an unspoken agreement in every long marriage. Not something you ever sit down and sign… but it’s there. A shared understanding of how life will look. Who we are. Where we’re going. What we’re building together. And for years… we followed that plan. Careers. Children. Responsibilities. Becoming the people we were supposed to be. And then… somewher

The Art of the Reset — Davina’s Way From the outside, my life looks… solid. The kind of life people respect. Built properly. Steady. Reliable. A career where I’m trusted, listened to, relied upon. A marriage that has stood the test of time. Children, responsibilities, ageing parents… Duties to everyone outside of duties in work and it can wear you down but being men we plod on, no one notices if we struggle as we don't show it even if it makes us feel unhappy, depressed or bo

This was an actual dream, OK I’ve embellished it a bit but honestly, planning a night out in Cardiff with my wife Esme, I did wake up from a dream, and you don’t always remember your dreams but this one stuck with me even down to the detail of what I was wearing.   So the following unfolds in vivid stages.   Again it’s funny how some dreams vanish instantly while others cling to you so tightly you have  to write them down or ask AI to make images for you.   This one sparked a

Second blog of the day. . I'm bored . It’s Easter Sunday. One of those long bank holiday days where everything just stops. Shops shut (So we found when we popped into town although Google says they're open), routines gone, nothing really happening. We had a plan to go for a walk. Simple. Get out, get some steps in, do something half-productive. But my wife couldn’t be bothered and that’s that plan gone. I’ll probably still go on my own, but it’s not the same, is it? And it’s

We were out in a pub yesterday, just a normal day out with my wife, when someone walked in who immediately caught our attention. It wasn’t loud or disruptive, far from it, but visually, they stood out. A mix of goth and drag styling: tattoos, a short skirt, fishnet tights, boots, and a pink top. It took us a moment to figure it out, but we both agreed it was a guy presenting in a very bold, expressive way. My wife’s first reaction was interesting: “If you’re coming out like t

It’s a strange experience hearing your own words read back to you via Spotify. But exciting hearing Olivia saying she loved my email  .. Although I didn't expect it to feature a whole podcast. I listened to it again recently on one of my early morning walks and reflected again. Hearing my email discussed, unpacked, and challenged by two intelligent and fun people like Olivia and Erika on the Weekly Hot Spot - Still makes me think Wow! It took my truth to another level. What s

What happens when the person you thought you knew completely reveals a hidden side of themselves? For one woman from a small town in the North of England, that moment came on what started as a completely ordinary Friday night.  Eight years into a happy marriage, with kids in bed and a takeaway on the table, her husband said the words that would change everything: “I need to tell you something.” What followed wasn’t an affair, or a devastating diagnosis — fears that raced thro

For many of us who crossdress, makeup is a huge part of the experience. Whether it’s subtle enhancement or full transformation, it helps us express a different side of ourselves with confidence. But there’s something that often gets overlooked, the quality of the products we’re putting on our skin. This isn’t just about getting a better finish or longer-lasting look. It’s about skin health. A Personal Lesson Learned Recently, this really hit home for me and my wife. She start

There’s something quietly powerful about an ordinary moment. Not the big, dramatic ones. Not the first time you ever dress, or the heart-pounding fear of being caught, or even the deep conversations where everything feels like it’s on the line. I mean the simple things. Sitting at a table. A drink in your hand. Chatting about nothing in particular. Watching the world go by. That’s what I found myself thinking about today. The house was empty, and I took the opportunity. A fam

Work has been relentless lately. Long days, travel, and the constant pressure of catching up have blurred into one. Even when a rare free morning appears, it quickly gets swallowed by everything that didn’t get done the day before. That balance between work and life? It’s definitely leaning too far one way right now. But in the middle of all that, there was a small win. Realising I’d misread the school half-term dates bought me something unexpected: time. A full extra week. A

There’s a version of me the world sees every day. Confident. Direct. Sometimes brash. A natural leader who takes charge, sets direction, speaks his mind, and doesn’t back down easily. In work and life, the he in me is the one people look to for decisions, for coaching, for strategy and relief on and turn to when we're up against it in a crisis.. He’s the one who steps forward when something needs doing. He’s also the one some people misunderstand. I know not everyone likes th

This crops up in my blogs quite a lot – stress levels. Work stress, family stress, and the constant feeling that time is running faster than I can keep up with it. Work has been relentless. Meetings stacked on meetings, deadlines rolling into each other, and the pressure that comes with responsibility. But work isn’t the only thing adding weight to the week. My parents are beginning to struggle more now. That brings its own emotional and practical pressures. Suddenly there ar

Like many crossdressers, I’ve spent years learning how to do my own makeup. Trial and error, watching tutorials, experimenting with colours, discovering what works and what definitely doesn’t. Over time you develop your own routine, pace / speed (depending on the time you have) and your own style. I've learnt how to do mine in around 10-15 mins. You learn the dark art of where to contour, how to soften your features, and how to bring out the feminine side of your face. Most

Saturday night sat in a local pub with my wife, four young girls walked into the pub. Black tights. Short dresses. Heeled boots. Hair styled Make-up done They didn’t announce themselves but all eyes in the local pub turned to them. I felt that familiar, quiet punch of jealousy hit me square in the chest. Not because of their age. Not because of attention. Not even because of how good they looked, though they did. But because of the freedom. They can decide, on a whim, how the