She Missed Cross-Talk Thursday!

This morning I did our exercise up and early walk alone.

No arm-in-arm company. No shared observations about things we see on our routine quick paced walk. No light banter or heavier thoughts.

My walking partner—my wife—was still snoozing when I stepped out the door.

So I texted her this morning.“You missed Cross-Talk Thursday.”

Okay, full confession: CrossTalk Thursday isn’t official… yet. But maybe it should be.

I've been thinking—what if we gave each day of our walks a little theme?

Just a light structure, a playful excuse to talk. And Thursdays? They could be our day to talk about that side of me—code-name "Davina".

The crossdressing. The feelings. The fun parts. The hard-to-put-into-words parts.

But there’s more to it than just tights and makeup. Talking about crossdressing is still hard sometimes. I still worry she’ll sigh and think, “Oh no, not this again.” Not because she doesn’t care, but because it’s tricky. Tricky for me to bring up. Tricky for her to respond without feeling like she has to have all the answers. Sometimes she admits "I din't know what to say.. I don't know what you want me to say" and that's ok I just want her to be ok with this I want to know her truth her fears all of it.

It’s also hard to talk about what’s underneath it. Because if I’m honest, sometimes being Davina is more than just a dress-up day—it’s an escape. A pressure valve. A place I go when I feel overwhelmed or ground down.

And here’s the thing: admitting that—that I’m stressed, feeling down, or even low-key depressed—isn’t easy either. "STUPIDLY" - Not as a man.

We’re trained not to talk about those things.

We tell ourselves and others tell us to man up, push through, get on with it. It’s stupid, I know, but it’s still there.

So maybe CrossTalk Thursday isn’t just about crossdressing. Maybe it’s also about discussing my mental health. About me opening up about what transforming into "Davina" does for me, especially with a barren spell ahead as we approach summer and school summer holidays, uni finishing for a few months etc.

About her checking in on how I —her husband—is really doing underneath it all.

Not every Thursday has to be deep, none of it has to be deep light funny joking would be the preferred method of talking and occasionally her taking the mick out of me playfully as a reminder she's ok with this.

But having a day we both know is open for those chats? That feels like a gift if my wife's ok with it.

So now I’ve floated the idea. A themed walk. A safe, regular space. A kind of weekly reset—where she gets to see both the man and the softer side to the person she married, and I get to stop hiding behind the smile.

Let’s see what she thinks.

Look out for the next chapter in this..

Maybe tomorrow can be Freaky Friday..

Davina