Escape, Identity, Desires and Pronouns
People often assume crossdressing is about attention, sex, or rebellion. For me, it’s quieter than that — and deeper.
Sometimes, I dress to escape who I am.
Not because I hate my life… but because life as a man can be heavy. Responsibility stacks up. Strength becomes expected. Vulnerability becomes optional. The pressure to always be solid, controlled, dependable never really lets up.
And when it gets too loud in my head, Davina is where I go to breathe and hot a reset.
Davina is softer. She’s lighter. She moves in a world where I’m not constantly braced for impact.
When I become her, I’m not pretending — but I am stepping away from strain.





I love my crossdressing as I can be who I want to be. I can wear the clothes I love can be the gurl I want to be. I love my skirts and dresses. To me it is about 40’s 50’s fashion where shape wear was the norm where wide flowing skirts and dresses were the norm. Stockings suspenders were the norm these are the things I love. The smoothing of my dress or skirt as I sit. The swish swirl and float that just means so much to me. I’m not into trousers jeans flat shoes I can wear them everyday. Jewellery makeup (which I’m not very good at) some powder and lipstick are my go to. Crossdressing is 100% for me maybe 50 odd years ago I may have come out as trans who knows.