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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.





Good luck finding more time. I know it's always been a struggle for most of us. Happy Christmas