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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...

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

I’ve not blogged in a while, and it feels like time to bring things up to date. The last few weeks have been a blur of school half-term, family life, and work being absolutely full on. One of those stretches where the diary fills itself and before you know it, there’s been very little space left over for me. Not in a dramatic way — just quietly, subtly, the way it often happens. Stress levels and frustration are high. Being home alone has been rare, and that’s really limited

I had to go into the office today, followed by a meeting at a hotel where the top brass were giving a briefing. One of those environments where you can’t help but notice the room and what I noticed most was the women. Most of them had clearly made an effort — dresses, hair done, makeup on point, tights and heels maybe trying to impress the top table I don't know but was a bit unusual to see so many of the women in work all "dolled up".. of course I was a little jealous as the

I opened TikTok just now after finishing work and sitting pretty mind numb after another stressful work week on the settee... I'm tired — that deep, bone-heavy tired that doesn’t shift no matter how many hours you sleep because it's caused by stress not physical but mental exhaustion. Work has been relentless lately. No matter how early I start or how late I finish, I can’t seem to get on top of everything and a lot of it is people with a little knowledge and power .. as we s

An answer to another question from ask me anything.. What If I Went to Bed a Man and Woke Up a Woman? A good question and I'll have to answer it in two ways. Married me with kids real life Fantasy and hypothetical The question sounds simple, almost playful, but the longer it sits with me the heavier — and more revealing — it becomes. What would I do, and how would I feel, if I went to bed a man and woke up as a woman? The honest answer is: it depends entirely on the world I w

Why Crossdressers Love Stockings (and Many Women Don’t) is a request question from my post Ask Me Anything so I did a little research and then my fingers typed the below.. If you spend any time in crossdressing spaces, one thing becomes obvious very quickly: we love stockings and tights. Tights were my gateway drug to Crossdreasing the first female article of clothing I tried on.. But not to be fem this was to become Batman along with cape and t-shirt with the bat emblem.. Bu

One of the things I’ve learned through being Davina is that no two journeys look the same, but so many of our feelings overlap. The curiosity, the longing, the excitement, the fear, the guilt, the joy, the questions we’re sometimes too shy to ask out loud. So I wanted to open up a new part of the blog and invite you into it properly. Welcome to Ask Me Anything. This is your space to ask about crossdressing, relationships, identity, partners, secrecy, confidence, dressing, des

So I wrote a book post a night out with my wife and her affirmation of Davina and some key words she used which made me think "She gets it" - I started writing a Blog based on it but chapters later a book.. It's raw so I asked AI to give me a book review. Here's what Chat GPT made of it: Chat GPT - Thank you for trusting me with something this personal. I’ll be honest, respectful, and clear. I’ve read the Book and have a strong sense of its voice, intent, structure, and emot

Happy New Year to you all 🎉 I always find this strange, hopeful space between Christmas and New Year a time for reflection. The noise quietens, the calendar resets, and there’s suddenly permission to pause and ask: How do I want to live this next chapter? This year, I wanted to share my thoughts openly—not just as someone who crossdresses, but as a whole person learning how to live more honestly, gently, and intentionally. New Year, Same Me – Just a Little Braver I don’t bel

Quick post just to say Merry Christmas all

Some of the most meaningful moments around Davina don’t happen when I’m fully dressed, heels on, makeup perfected, standing in front of a mirror. They happen quietly. Casually. Almost accidentally. Yesterday was one of those moments. Talking in Code We weren’t alone, so the conversation had to be coded . Not "you" , not "Davina" , not "your makeup"  — but "someone said this"  and "someone else does that" . A layer of disguise over a conversation that was, in reality, deeply p

Last week, the radio was debating trans kids — how young is too young, who decides, what transition even means at different ages. It was loud, abstract, and very adult and beyond my pay grade as a Crossdresser / T Girl who's middle of the road or maybe centre right of the trans spectrum .. only just . Lots of opinions spoken about  young people, rarely with  them in mind. Then today, over a completely ordinary conversation with my youngest, something far more revealing happen

Today I found myself chatting to another t-girl while working — just one of those ordinary, honest conversations that end up staying with you. She isn’t out to her wife. But unlike many of the stories you hear, this one doesn’t feel dangerous. It feels… promising. Her wife knows she owns lingerie. More importantly — her wife recently brought it up herself and it sounds to me like an opening. And that matters more than people realise. When Curiosity Isn’t a Threat — It’s an

Something all T-Girls want to know — what is my wife really afraid of?   We crave honesty, even if the truth stings, because knowing where we actually  stand is better than guessing. So I fed AI my wife’s fears and asked it to quiz me. It asked tough questions, I answered honestly, and this blog “splurged” out of me… There’s that moment so many of us know: You’ve spent hours finally feeling that escape — feeling feminine (if that’s what this feeling is). The makeup, wig, heel

Some credit again to the weekly hot spot on my walk this morning playing through my ear buds a podcast on Pride and pronouns.. People often assume crossdressing is about attention, sex, or rebellion. For me, it’s quieter than that — and deeper. Sometimes, I dress to escape who I am . Not because I hate my life… but because life as a man can be heavy. Responsibility stacks up. Strength becomes expected. Vulnerability becomes optional. The pressure to always be solid, controlle

Yesterday started early with a coach trip to Bath’s Christmas market — I was the only man among a bus full of chattering women. Bottles of Prosecco were opened almost immediately, laughter filled the aisles, and before we’d even arrived, the day already felt light-hearted and full of energy. Bath itself is a beautiful city. The honey-coloured stone, the Georgian buildings, the history in every street — Roman baths and heritage and Christmas lights above your head. It’s a plac