i think after 40yrs or so ive maybe reached a point where i almost understand and accept it.
Long gone are the days when i got any sort of "buzz" from the feel of the materials etc on my skin,
Nowadays Ive identified and categorised it as a "hobby" i enjoy..
Much like restoring old cars or stamp collecting, just more glamorous..
I get the same enjoyment from making a good job of my make up, and looking good in a dress and heels
as i do from having a good round of golf or watching my team (dundee united) play.
While dressed it gives me a few hours of some sort or escapism/stress relief from daily life again much like a few hours on a golf course.
When its time to go back to normal life i put Kim away again, and return "home" refreshed.
Maybe im the Tiger Woods of crossdressers, or im just weird...
Tiger btw would make a terrible tranny, even bigger shoulders than me...
Has anyone else identified reasons and come to peace with it all, please share?
It's taken many years to get to the point I'm at today. 2 years ago I decided to let go of the guilt, self hate and anguish that dressing brought and just accept that this is a beautiful part of who I am and I shouldn't feel ashamed. I got to a point where it was just making me constantly depressed and I was worried it would begin affecting my relationships around me. Since then I've had frank conversations with my wife and whilst it's early days still she is coming to terms with it, I think. I'm still only getting the smallest of opportunities to dress but that is more to do with current circumstances. At the end of the day who are we really hurting. Like a few have said the stress relief is immeasurable for that time dressed.
If you ever fancy a round of golf Kimberly let me know, although the south coast to the north coast is a wee bit of a drive 😁