Why I blog about Crossdressing

I sometimes wonder if people ask themselves, “Why would someone blog about crossdressing?” I know my wife might wonder that herself. She’s seen me pour thoughts into a screen, crafting posts that are personal, emotional, reflective.

Sometimes, I think she worries—worries that this is taking over, that it means something more, something she hasn’t yet come to terms with.

But the truth is far simpler—and maybe more powerful: I blog about Davina because I need to.

Crossdressing has always been part of me. Not every day, not every hour, not even every week—but it’s always there. And when you carry something like this inside, something you can’t always express, it builds up.

Sometimes, dressing helps release that pressure. But other times, when life doesn’t allow me to slip into a dress and heels, I turn to words instead.

Blogging has become an outlet.

A space to let my thoughts breathe. A place to explore what crossdressing means to me—not just the outer layers of makeup, wigs, and stockings, but the deeper things. Identity. Desire. Peace. Shame, guilt, Joy. Fear. Excitement. All of it.

Writing also helps me explain things to myself. It’s a form of therapy, one I never quite expected to need.

I started with Why Do Men Crossdress and it grew into something bigger than I expected—more visitors, more stories shared, more messages from people saying, “Thank you. This helped me. I thought I was alone.”

And in helping others, I found that I was helping myself, too.

Now with Why Do I Crossdress, it’s become more personal again. I’m not trying to speak for everyone, but if someone finds comfort or understanding in my words, all the better. Sometimes that “someone” is me. Sometimes, maybe, it’s you.

I also hope my wife reads it. Not because I want her to worry more or fear that I’m changing, but because I want her to understand where I’m at. That blogging doesn’t mean I’m planning to go full-time or come out to the world. It means I’m trying to make sense of my thoughts and the urge to crossdress.

I'm proud of who I am, even if that part of me wears lipstick and heels sometimes.

So why do I blog?

For me, maybe partly for my wife to read and for anyone out there who’s quietly searching for themselves—and needs to know they’re not alone.

Davina