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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...

One of the less glamorous truths about getting back into regular gym sessions is discovering new aches and pains you never expected. The last few days, after some cardio sessions on the exercise bike, I noticed my trusty boxers were rubbing and causing a bit of chafing. Not exactly the kind of fitness gain I was looking for. Ouch! So today I tried something different. Instead of boxers, I wore a pair of knickers. The result? No rubbing, no discomfort and a much better workout

Another Saturday afternoon and evening spent wandering around Cardiff with my wife, doing one of our favourite activities: people watching, then a meal, live music and drinks. Cardiff was busy, it's always busy this myth that online shopping has stripped city shopping centres of shoppers, ok may be true for some parts of Cardiffs main strip of shops at the Queen Street end but it's always busy with shopper's on a weekend. The bars and restaurants were also full, shoppers were

One of the unexpected benefits of my journey as a crossdresser, and later as Davina, has been meeting (on line) some truly remarkable people. Not just fellow crossdressers and trans people, but their partners too. Recently, I've been chatting online with a couple of wonderfully supportive wives. Intelligent, thoughtful women who have chosen to understand their husbands rather than simply judge them. Every relationship is different, of course, but there is something reassuring

It's on my mind and I have time so here's another whilst on my mind. My Wife’s Dress Sort-Out hasn't happened yet but already I'm weirdly jealous. Tomorrow my wife is getting all her dresses down for a proper try-on and sort-out session. Summer dresses, occasion dresses, “haven’t worn this in years” dresses, dresses she’ll probably decide no longer fit, no longer suit her or no longer interest her. For most husbands this probably sounds painfully boring. I'd happily see her p

Aren't you lucky a 3rd blog so quickly explodes from my finger tips.. Seasons, Style and the Difference Between “Getting Dressed” and Feeling Feminine A parcel arrived from SHEIN for my wife this week. A few different outfits, casual summer things, everyday wear. At one point she tried on a pair of light brown cropped trousers with a striped blouse and asked: “What do you think?” And my honest reaction was: “Yeah, that looks nice.” But the deeper thought in my head was: Women

I've neglected the blog a bit wanting to give you updates but work work work has become life .. Now sat in my garden bar an opportunity to unleash the words I want to type and give you something I hope entertains the pallet for reading about Crossdressing.. Chatting on TV chix as I work from home, people often assume crossdressing is all about sex, fantasy or sexuality because that’s the easiest conversation to have. It’s simpler to reduce it to stockings, heels and secret th

Twenty-five years ago around this time my wife and I were on honeymoon in in the Caribean. The temperature there was certainly a bit warmer than Wales in May, usually although we’ve had a hell of a week with this heat wave. Fast forward a quarter of a century and this weekend was a much simpler affair, an overnight stay in Cardiff to round off our anniversary week. And honestly, sometimes simple is exactly what you need, I just wanted a relaxing day and night no drama forget

There’s something people outside the crossdressing and trans community often don’t fully understand: for many of us, privacy is not just a preference, it’s part of survival, stability and protecting the lives we’ve built. I’m fortunate in one respect. My wife knows about Davina. She knows this side of me exists and, over time, we’ve found a level of understanding and acceptance that works for us. But there’s also a boundary in place: nobody else is supposed to know. Not the k

This weekend we celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary. Friends, family, buffet, dancing, disco classics, karaoke and laughter from beginning to end. Exactly how it should be. Twenty five years married. Thirty one years together. When you say those numbers out loud, people always ask the same question: “What’s the secret?” The truth is there isn’t one magical answer. Long marriages aren’t built on grand gestures every day, they’re built on ordinary moments repeated thousands

There are times in life when being a crossdresser feels effortless. The house is empty, or you're in a hotel room and the mood is right, the makeup goes on perfectly, and for a few precious hours you can breathe and simply be yourself... Your other self the chilled one. And then there are times like this. Work. Work. Work. Family responsibilities. Caring for someone you love. A youngest child deep in exam season. Sleep work eat sleep repeat.. A busy house where privacy disapp

There’s a pile of vacuum-sealed bags sitting up in the attic, full of dresses that haven’t seen daylight in months. They were packed away at the end of summer, nice dresses, v neck, nice length, my size.. many of them barely worn. To most people, they’re just clothes waiting for a clear-out. To me, they represent something a bit more complicated. Some of those dresses, I’ve worn. Not in the way you might expect, and not in a way that’s always easy to explain, but when I step

Last weekend in Cardiff, I had one of those small, quiet moments that stays with you longer than you expect. I was there with my wife and my youngest, wandering through a busy shop. Nothing unusual. Just a normal day out. But as we turned a corner near the makeup section, three very tall women came into view. They stood out, partly because of their height, all easily over six foot, but also because of subtle things you don’t immediately put into words. After we passed them, m

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