WARNING- some info below may be offensive or R-rated and is not intended to be.
Today has been a day of realization for me. First let me remind you of my disability, I’m a C6 quadriplegic. I have movement of my shoulders, biceps, and can curls my wrists (or the motion that would be like bending your hand backwards, technically I think this is wrist extension). I have an aide that comes in the morning to help get me a shower and dressed and another that gets me in bed at night. For bowel and bladder needs I have a nurse that comes 4-5 times a day. So needless to say, I have no privacy. Not good. I’m tired of having to rely on other people to keep me functioning. I want privacy. I want dignity back. I know there are other quadriplegics my level that take care of themselves, so why shouldn’t I? lately this has been bothering me and I think now I’m on the road to independence. I’m tired of being oppressed by the upper hand of paralysis.
What I’d love to do is completely get rid of my urge to crossdress. It’s constantly on my mind anymore. I think this urge is a big factor in my desire to become fully independent and have privacy back. Back to my urge. It’s hard for me to get on my laptop and do school work without moseying on to Flickr to admire other cross dressers for what they are able to do what I’m not yet able to. If I don’t end up on Flickr, then I’m window shopping for clothes, shoes, or whatever I’d like to get my hands on that I would have before my accident. It’s like an addiction. I believe my problem is also a problem in itself. Let me explain. Before my accident, I would dress up for a while and be done with dressing for a week or so. That release and guilt satisfied my urge for that week until the whole process repeats. I believe the fact that my crossdressing ended in masturbation is alone a problem, but nonetheless my urge was satisfied. Now my main problem is that I cant due to paralysis, and get that flow of guilt and regret that kept me from dressing for the next week. So imagine feeling horny, turned on, and never have that “aahhhh” and feeling that way until something breaks the cycle like a phone call, knock on the door, etc. I want so bad to dress up and go out en femme. I’m dying to come out and be free. That day will come, most likely after I move out after I graduate school.
There are some things I cant wait to happen too. I have a hairy chest and despise it. It is a certain thing that hair removal will happen when I can afford it. I’ve always thought chest hair was nasty and used to shave it off pre-accident. After I graduate school, I will get laser hair removal or electrolysis if I have to. I wouldn’t even mind having armpit hair removed too…it annoys me. And this is all from the male perspective. Hell facial hair is annoying too…I never grow it out and it’s an annoyance to shave. Remove that too. For leg hair I’ve thought instead of waxing or shaving I might use and epilator. I don’t have much feeling in my legs so I might as well. Something I just did recently was some major plucking of my eyebrows. I didn’t do a drastic amount but I plan to slowly pluck them into a more feminine shape. I say major plucking because I did do a lot, but not all that noticeable. Plus it’s not a good thing to just go pluck mass hairs because I feel like I’d pluck too much. I want to live alone so I have freedom to dress whenever I want. Like sleep in a nightie, get a shower and shave my legs only to lotion and grace them with pantyhose, fill my dresser drawer with panties instead of boring boxers, have a shoe rack full of shoes…women’s shoes, a closet with dresses and pant/dress suits, relax after work in some sexy lingerie. I can and will go on; give myself a pedi and paint my toenails, go a whole weekend with fake fingernails, or just a whole weekend en femme…a pink fog on weekends would be amazing! Thinking of these things puts a content smile on my face.
Something happened today while I was getting ready this morning. I was shaving using my electric shaver and I’ve been wanting to give the man-area a buzz down lately. For some reason I was always scared of doing this but I manned up. What helped out was it was kind of cold so everything was close together. I shaved above the shaft, leaving a feminine strip of hair in the middle like girls do these days. Then I went onto the boys. This was the part I was scared of. Never was a fan of taking sharp objects to the scrotum but I did anyways. It felt liberating to get rid of all that hair. Sadly I shaved that strip I left at first because I’m sure that would seem odd to leave it there for one of my nurses. So now my man area is bald! Then I started thinking about something I never was able to do, tucking. I know where things are supposed to go but they just never wanted to before my accident. So I fiddled with everything and finally did it! The boys went up in my abdominal cavity. Righty went in fairly easy but lefty was a bit harder to do. I tucked them in and out quite a few times and now they seem to go up in me before falling between my legs…something I don’t understand. Do remind yourself I’m always sitting down too, things fall between my legs quite often. I’m really excited I figured this out and plan on messing around with it when I’m in the shower again.
Thanks to anyone who reads this. I have a lot to talk about and no where to talk about it, except here with you gals. I may not reply right away to anyone to asks questions, which I don’t mind at all. Please ask a question if you have one. I know some peole are afraid of offending the disabled, but I can assure you that it is mighty hard to offend me. I often make "cripple" jokes. So ask ANY question you may have.
-Chastity