Her name is Davina!!

Something small happened the other day—tiny, really—but it sent a quiet jolt through me brought a smile to my face.

My wife was talking about someone we both know and casually mentioned her name: Davina.

It stopped me in my tracks a little bit as I didn't think I knew another Davina other than me.. And I argued thats not her name but looked her up and facebook and yes it is.

Of course, she wasn’t talking about my Davina—my alter ego, my feminine self—but for a moment, it didn’t matter.

The name hung in the air like a spark, and I felt it light something up inside me and made me smile hearing "Davina" from my wifes mouth.

I couldn’t help but challenge her gently: “That’s her name?”She smiled. “Yes, why?”“No reason,” I said—but inside I was smiling too.

The name that represents a different side of me, a name that doesn’t get spoken aloud very often.

It was electric. Thrilling. Unexpected.

It made me realise how much I miss hearing Davina spoken aloud—especially by her.

In the past, she has referred to Davina when we’ve talked about my crossdressing, often in a slightly removed way, as if Davina were someone else, a third person.

It was a useful device at the time. It let us talk about this side of me using Davina as a codeword.

But lately, that name hasn’t come up at all.

And I’ve missed it.

There’s something deeply affirming about hearing your chosen name spoken by someone you love. It’s not just a word. It’s a recognition. A soft kind of acceptance. A subtle reminder that this part of you is real, that it’s known and acknowledged, even if only in a whisper or a joke or a code-name.

Hearing “Davina” again, even when it wasn’t meant for me, reminded me of what I long for: that gentle, ongoing thread of connection between my crossdressed alter-ego and my wife.

I wish she’d use the name more. I wish she’d say it when we talk about clothes, or makeup, or those quiet moments when Davina stirs beneath the surface.

Just hearing her say “Davina” would be enough.

It doesn’t have to be a deep conversation every time—just a check in every now and then.

It was just a moment.

But it stayed with me.And maybe next time, when she says it, she’ll mean me.

Davina