4 those 35 and older please read

I think as we get older we get tired of living our lives in a manner that our families or society expects. Why should we keep denying ourself the pleasure or comfort of dressing if its who we are and it hurts no one. To deny yorself would be to miss out on experiencing who you really are. I have had CD inclinations since I was a child but never dressed completely and went out till I was 48 and enjoy it more all the time. Now I am enjoying all that I am instead of just the male part. I would hate to get to the end of my life and have not experienced the femme part of me just because I was too worried about what society thinks.

Worry? Why worry? What's the point. Relax, have fun. Walk out the door with a smile. We don't want worry lines, do we?

I think as we get older, we have been around the block too many times to really care about what most people think. We also have had time to get use to our femme side (or is it more than a side). I don't know about the loss of testosterone being a cause because I feel I haven't lost any (or very little).
Oh, to know then what I know now about my CDing! I probably wouldn't be posting as a crossdresser. If you catch my drift.

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I started dressing very late in life, but as time goes by I dress more and more and work harder at it. This site has had a major effect on my self acceptance and how I present myself. And, in a round about way has helped my wife in her acceptance of Alice.

*pulls out 45 record of Frank Sinatra's It was a very good year, blows off dust, puts it on blue and white suitcase style record player. Pours three fingers of scotch on the rocks, lights cigarette....coughs and gags when I realize I don't smoke....pop crackle hiss When I was seventeen...*

I remember then....being a guy and getting a girl was all that was on my mind. I thought my preoccupation with girl's clothes was just the side effect of wanting to get beneath them, but the little voice in my head kept saying...gee that's a cute skirt I wish I had her

"When I was 35, it was a very good year" Yes it was, I was coming to reason that maybe I wasn't really strange but just that I liked how things felt. Had some things of my own by then. Still looked at women...saying...gee that's a cute skirt...I wish I had it

"and now the days grow short. I'm in the autumn of the year. And now I think of my life as vintage wine..." Now I see that I am who I am. I've mellowed. I have intricate essences. I am getting better at make up, moving, being more feminine. Just like everything time and practice makes it better. Unfortunately I can't see so well no more so I do a lot of eye makeup by feel. But the reason I am more open now is exactly what the song says. I am in the autumn of the year. Sewing seeds has gone. Soaking up the sun and thinking that summer will be forever has gone. If I am to be who I am and enjoy life, now is the time. They don't give re-rides in this rodeo. So I looked around and said "Does it matter to anyone what I wear?" Maybe my wife. But she had supported my clothing forever. I am not taking food from anyone's mouth nor money from their pocket. The sun rises in the East still and the world urns. I am not bothering anyone (except a few here on CD.com). So I wear what I like when I can ( honestly there still is the fact that I have to put food in MY mouth....where are you rich old prince?) and no one says anything. I think we get to the point where we realize that we have to please ourselves otherwise what good is life? Now I look at a woman and say...gee that is a cute skirt I wonder if they have it in my size

"vintage wine from fine old kegs from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year"

Barkeep! refill please...and could you turn down that music...it's too loud

cheers all, drink up, we ride at dawn!

As I have gotten older, wiser and more accepting of myself and the inner feminine being, I have also become more accepting of others and care less and less about what others (strangers) think. I am just coming to terms with who I am inside (both male and female) and its a long process. I have been CDing for almost 40 years in some way, until recently more of an underdresser, but the urge gets worse with time. My wife is the one who is having the difficult time, since I am in the pink fog, I cannot say where it will end and she just wants to know. My comment recently to her was "the furthest I can take this is to live full time as a woman, but as you know, I enjoy my male side too". "So I don't think you will have to worry about it reaching that point". Dont be afraid to live life as you choose, for when on your death bed you will look back and wish you had.

Tabby

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Originally Posted by Lorileah

*pulls out 45 record of Frank Sinatra's It was a very good year, blows off dust, puts it on blue and white suitcase style record player. Pours three fingers of scotch on the rocks, lights cigarette....coughs and gags when I realize I don't smoke....pop crackle hiss When I was seventeen...*

I remember then....being a guy and getting a girl was all that was on my mind. I thought my preoccupation with girl's clothes was just the side effect of wanting to get beneath them, but the little voice in my head kept saying...gee that's a cute skirt I wish I had her

"When I was 35, it was a very good year" Yes it was, I was coming to reason that maybe I wasn't really strange but just that I liked how things felt. Had some things of my own by then. Still looked at women...saying...gee that's a cute skirt...I wish I had it

"and now the days grow short. I'm in the autumn of the year. And now I think of my life as vintage wine..." Now I see that I am who I am. I've mellowed. I have intricate essences. I am getting better at make up, moving, being more feminine. Just like everything time and practice makes it better. Unfortunately I can't see so well no more so I do a lot of eye makeup by feel. But the reason I am more open now is exactly what the song says. I am in the autumn of the year. Sewing seeds has gone. Soaking up the sun and thinking that summer will be forever has gone. If I am to be who I am and enjoy life, now is the time. They don't give re-rides in this rodeo. So I looked around and said "Does it matter to anyone what I wear?" Maybe my wife. But she had supported my clothing forever. I am not taking food from anyone's mouth nor money from their pocket. The sun rises in the East still and the world urns. I am not bothering anyone (except a few here on CD.com). So I wear what I like when I can ( honestly there still is the fact that I have to put food in MY mouth....where are you rich old prince?) and no one says anything. I think we get to the point where we realize that we have to please ourselves otherwise what good is life? Now I look at a woman and say...gee that is a cute skirt I wonder if they have it in my size

"vintage wine from fine old kegs from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year"

Barkeep! refill please...and could you turn down that music...it's too loud

cheers all, drink up, we ride at dawn!

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LOVE THIS POST! The frank song is a classic, I love that song.. And it really does fit this topic well.. Very well written too.. Oh, and yes, I too remember that same thing, being younger, looking at girls, thinkin man, that is HOT, and the girl is cute too... ;)