I've always tried to be the voice of reason around here when posters venture outside of reality. Not to tell them what to do, but provide them with feedback that their mind that is clouded with fantasy might not see. There is no wrong or right way to live life, as long as it does not hurt others in any context. So here is your chance to describe your Cding fantasy, and then relate it to your reality.
Little Miss. Reason
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In my fantasy world I'd be Scarlett O'Hara (as portrayed by Vivien Leigh), waltzing through pre-Unpleasantness life with an arm-candy beau to escort and desire me.
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But the moment The War starts I magically transform into an Edwardian Debutante continuing my life of pampered luxury.
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Then the modern day fully-digital alarm next to my bed goes off and I stumble into the bathroom, just one more contemporary woman.
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Hugs,
Persephone.
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"If you are living the life you want to live you've successfully transitioned to being the person you want to be." - Eryn.
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Candice,
You are messing with my brane agane. (sic.)
I like to dress young and even when out I dress younger than I am although tastefully.
Like Barbara,
The Scarlett O'Hara image is on my list although I did go square dancing and liked the Petticoat Junction costumes I wore then.
These days it is toned down and jeans and boots was my latest attire.
Barbara,
You present well any time, I think Scarlett would be over the top except at a special event.
That last shot looks good.
Work on your elegance,
and beauty will follow.
My CD fantasy?
My wife starting the weekend with the statement, "I'm going to make you so pretty. And, we're going shopping."
I've waited so long for this time. Makeup is so frustrating. Shaking hands and I look so old. This was a mistake.
My new maid's outfit is cute. Sure fits tight.
And then I step into the bedroom and in the mirror, I see a beautiful woman looking back at me.
Smile, Honey! You look fabulous!
My fantasy is that my wife and I take magic pills that transform me into her body and her into my body. This lasts until we take another set of pills. I'll let you imagine what goes on in the meantime.
My reality - There are no such pills.
When you mention Scarlett O Hara, I think of Carol Burnetts show and her rendition of gone with the wind. It is hilarious with Harvey Korman as Rhett
I think my fantasy became reality 10 years ago when I came out to my wife and was accepted whole heartedly.
Never in my life did I ever believe that I would be able to dress whenever I wished, however I wished, venture into the outside world as Cheryl and just fully be ME. It still seems like a dream sometimes. I've gone shopping, movies, restaurants, theaters, museums, spent a week on vacation entirely Cheryl. I don't know what else I could wish for....
I don't wear women's clothes, I wear MY clothes !
I am all too aware I am a male and gladly accept that. My fantasy has always been to be a woman, find a good man, get married, settle down and have a family. Being on the other side of the coin wasn't really so bad though.
Second star to the right and straight on till morning
Fantasy is to wake up back when I was 14, to find that I'm a girl and get to live the rest of my life female. Reality is that even if that happened, I wouldn't be any more attracted to males than I ever was, so life wouldn't be perfect like that, either; life as a gay girl back in those days wasn't exactly simple, either. So, even in my dreams, I'm screwed.
Some causes of crossdressing you've probably never even considered: My TG biography at:http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/...=1#post1490560
There's an addendum at post # 82 on that thread, too. It's about a ten minute read.
Why don't we understand our desire to dress, behave and feel like a girl? Because from childhood, boys are told that the worst possible thing we can be, is a sissy. This feeling is so ingrained into our psyche, that we will suppress any thoughts that connect us to being or wanting to be feminine, even to the point of creating separate personalities to assign those female feelings into.
Fantasy: I can eat Porterhouse steaks 2-3 times per week, and pizza and cheeseburgers the rest of the time, along with copious amounts of red wine, scotch, dark beer, and chocolate. The Green Bay Packers didn't just piss away the NFC Championship game, and in fact won the Superbowl. Despite my diet I easily fit into a size 6 cocktail dress, have zero body hair, and effortlessly apply my makeup and style my hair to look like the spitting image of my beautiful wife. As we are primping in the mirror together we declare each other gorgeous, and we share a romantic dinner as two women followed by salsa dancing.
Reality: After working hard to lose 28 lbs (down to 219 from 247) I gained 10 of it back on the aforementioned diet during the holidays. When I cinch my corset I'm like a plump Wisconsin bratwurst and sweating. The only part of me that looks remotely female are my legs. Back to the grind of the gym and denying myself those lovely gastronomic pleasures in the remote hope of getting to size 12. I haven't learned to apply makeup or even own a wig, and if I did I'd still look like a cage fighter in a dress. The Packers got spanked and we have to wait until next season.
Despite all that, when slipping on a pair of hose and pumps, and seeing my legs in the mirror, I still get a feminine thrill and the motivation to converge fantasy and reality at some point--and maybe achieve "Shibumi" in my life.
Five years ago I would have considered it a fantasy to be able to go out en femme as much as I do today. So Yesterday's fantasy has become today's reality. So my goal is to, as much as I can, turn fantasy's of today into future reality.
Mine would be to find the courage to come out at work, and to do so without losing authority or credibility. A few of my closest business associates know me, but I know they are exceptions. With a few years to go, I'm reluctant to risk it.
Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.
Eleanor Roosevelt
Fantasies? I don't got time for no stinkin' fantasies!
Too busy living the life of the average, over the hill, 70 year old broad Sherry is!
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U can't keep doing the same things over and over and expect to enjoy life to the max. When u try new things, even if they r out of your comfort zone, u may experience new excitement and growth that u never expected.
Challenge yourself and pursue your passions! When your life clock runs out, you'll have few or NO REGRETS!
Fantasy would be much younger. Not because I mind getting older but the level of acceptance today is much greater and growing. It would have been much easier to come out and live full time
Fantasy is finding the woman who wants to share in the sexiness I feel when dressed. Reality is feeling out my SO to discover what she would be accepting of and want to participate in.
Within my own agency, as realistic as fantasies may go:
I'd be a much smoother driver, and go out en femme without anything from trash to soiled undergarments thrown at my windshield, nor any awkward questions or eyebrows raised. Also, my gait would be much less unelegant when out of heels.
Reality as it is:
I am a road hazard and failed my driving test by mounting a kerb. Passing remains a Holy Grail, and I'd be outed the moment I open my mouth. I still walk (a) like a left-hander, whatever that is supposed to mean and (b) like every other negative masculine trope there is, except when in heels. And I fall over quite easily when sauntering in stilettos.
I opted to exclude external reactions as subconscious mindsets are beyond my own control. In an ideal situation though, most people would be accepting. But how many aren't?
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I'm getting high off the fumes of the pink fog...
Fantasy: I was born a cisgender woman. I'd even accept one who dies an untimely death from something horrible, like an incurable cancer.
Reality: I'll spend most of the money I would've once retired on, and that still remains to me after divorce, on medical treatments that will make me feel better, but still never quite right. I'll have some life as a woman, but I'll be a member of a highly stigmatized minority. In the end, most of my life, life before transition, will have been this waking nightmare of an existence. I'll fight seemingly every waking moment to prove who I am, that I'm a woman. I'll only succeed at that with a limited group of people. And I'll still wish this could've just been cancer, instead of "the trans."
Indeed PaulaQ well said.
Paula, "the trans"? I have to laugh as I think is this one of the side effects of juvenile vaccinations.
My fantasy...having the nerve to drive thirty minutes to go shopping for a skirt, dress, shoes, etc.
My reality...getting to destination, feeling as though everyone is staring at me, the few that are there, but probably aren't even paying attention to me. Walking a path in the store carpet, picking up the few items I have the nerve to like they are a soiled garment of the street, and after an hour driving back home with nothing, or in most cases something for my wife. Although she is happy to have gotten something, can't understand why if this is something that I enjoy doing or want to do, I am so overly self-conscious when I try to find something for myself. You can take the girl out of the closet, but cant' take "the closet" out of the girl.
Oh, the things we could do, if we only knew, the things we knew we could do.
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