As another year draws to a close, I’ve been thinking about what crossdressing has looked and felt like for me recently. It’s been a year of small windows, hidden moments, hotel rooms, one long Saturday, photographs, and—more than anything—connection to myself as Davina.

Dressing at Home: Quiet Windows, Big Impact

Most of my time as Davina this year has come from stolen hours at home when working from home—those rare occasions when the house is empty or the stars align and I get a few uninterrupted moments.

Those little windows, even when brief, continue to have a big emotional impact. Just the simple acts—makeup, slipping into heels, the soft swish of a dress—bring a calmness and clarity nothing else seems to replicate.

It reminds me every time why this side of me matters.

Away With Work: A Different Kind of Freedom

https://cdtra007.wixsite.com/mysite/blog

I'm more or less leaving this site to its members to now spark debate .. I'm putting my thoughts more into my personal blog 'Why I Crossdress' linked above..

I'll still monitor and contribute here .. There are 100s posts on why we cross dress but don't think I can come up with much more for the forum..

Lots on my why I cross dress blog which may help if anyone's interested .. My thoughts and personal ramblings about "Davina" my wife and others I communicate with regularly and maybe some advice and support too..

Feel free to post here and keep the forum going.. It a sometimes nice to see older posts commented on and revitalised.

Davina

https://cdtra007.wixsite.com/mysite/post/reply-from-a-partner-what-i-m-afraid-to-say-out-loud

This was emailed to me and I was given permission to post on my blog.

Worth sharing here also a wife's fears about Crossdressing.

Davina

Being a crossdresser can sometimes feel like living a double life—one that’s rich with emotion, expression, and identity, yet kept carefully hidden away. Even in a world with online communities, forums, and blogs like mine, where connection is just a click away, it can still feel surprisingly lonely.

Sometimes you meet another t-girl and have a great chat. You share stories—how you first dressed, how far you’ve come, whether you’ve told your partner or are still carrying that secret alone. You might even swap advice, trade tips, or just have a laugh about makeup mishaps or wardrobe wins. There are moments of genuine connection, and they matter. But often, those conversations can feel fleeting. We log off, and that part of ourselves goes back in the box. We go back to pretending.

Because the truth is, crossdressing is still taboo in many circles. We don’t know how someone will react…