The Hidden letter T in LGBtQ

We live in a world now where, thankfully, much of society has come to accept the L, G, and B. No one really bats an eyelid anymore if someone is gay, lesbian, or bisexual. In fact, it’s often met with warmth, celebration, and support.

Love is love, after all—and that message has finally started to sink in.

But then there’s the T.

The somehow awkward letter.

The misunderstood one.

The one people still hesitate to talk about—especially when that “T” isn’t about transitioning full-time, but about something more nuanced… like me.

Because I’m not transitioning. I’m not full-time. I’m not looking to change who I am—I’m simply expressing a deeply rooted part of myself that comes out when time, privacy, and emotion allow.

I’m a straight, married man. A dad. Well-educated. Sporty. Respected at work. A regular guy by all outward appearances. But when the blinds are down and the world is out of reach, I become her.

Davina. A leggy blonde in a classy dress.Wig styled. Red lips. Stockings. Heels. Lingerie.A vision of femininity carefully curated—not just for appearances, but for inner peace. For my enjoyment For my escape from the man I described above and all that's expected of him.

And yet… in the public eye, that kind of expression is still taboo. Uncomfortable. A curiosity at best. A threat at worst.

No one blinks if someone says, “My friend’s gay, lesbian or bisexual”

But if someone says, “My husband likes to dress as a woman sometimes,” the reaction is different. Awkward silence. Discomfort. Confusion.

That’s the reality for many of us who sit under the T.

We live in the shadows of closets that aren’t about shame—but survival in some ways and being a cross dresser in the T is even further down the chain of understanding.

We think over and over about protecting those we love and the lives we’ve built, while still trying to honour a part of ourselves that refuses to be buried.

We enjoy presenting as women.. Which cares why?? We just do !! And its harmless.

Maybe one day, the world will understand that gender expression—like sexuality—isn’t a danger. It’s not wrong. It’s simply human.

Women's clothes and appearance is because it was labelled so.

As I keep saying when I'm wearing one of my dresses its not a woman's dress its my dress.

Davina