Like dancing?
Like dancing?
Every human being is the natural guardian of her own importance.
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order.
I feel very Pretty and Sexy but notEmbarrassed.
But I'm very shy.
I know that when I'm getting dressed there are all kinds of tactile triggers involved in the process. Rolling on stockings, putting on a bra, the whole change in posture with breasts and heels. Makeup is a pain in the ass that I would prefer to avoid but the visual is so feminine. It's a grand experience in feeling like a woman. But it's of my own design. And, I'm definitely a male.
OH,my! Are you ME?
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!
Hi Sherry , When I see that pretty lady in the mirror smiling at me it just makes me feel wonderful
All I know is that it's just who I am and it's just what I do......
Having my ears triple pierced is AWESOME, ~~......
I can explain it to you, But I can't comprehend it for you !
If at first you don't succeed, Then Skydiving isn't for you.
Be careful what you wish for, Once you ring a bell , you just can't Un-Ring it !! !!
Hello all y'all
A perfect thread for me this morning, thanks for everyone sharing.
I will throw my 2 cents in.
I feel like me.
When I was a kid, I did not know why others did not make fun of me, or question my sexuality, because inside it felt like I was so feminine compared to the boys I experienced. I was also fascinated by females from a very early age. Why were they treated differently, why did they wear different clothes. I was very good athletically and did a bunch of sports and felt very good on a team of boys, but I often felt very different inside than what I experienced of the male culture on the outside.
It was not until my twenties that I realized why no one had figured me out. Apparently, on the outside, I presented masculine and heterosexual. By that time I had been secretly CDing for most of my life and often fantasizing about being a woman out in the world. In my thirties, I did some "men's work" and finally felt like I could, when necessary, experience myself as a man and fit in with other men because I really was one. It did not make me more feel more masculine or male, I just learned how to look for the masculinity and maleness inside me and play the role. Now in my late 40s, I am finally getting a chance to learn how to play female. I have dreamed about it for decades. When I really pay attention, I can feel the female inside of me just like I learned to feel the male inside of me (either I am delusional or I am transgendered in some very real way.) While I feel the "her" inside, it seems like I am discovering how to be "her" outside just as much as I learned to be "him" outside. At the same time, when I do see her smiling back at me in the mirror - looking like the her I have always felt inside me- with make up, long hair and women's attire - I feel deeply happy!!
Do I sound confused...check back in with me in a couple years and maybe I will know more.
I feel like me, which seems to be like a very small set of the population, so, I am so glad that there are a some of you like me around here..... - twin spirited, gender fluid, gender neutral - these are the labels that most seem to fit.
So glad to be able to be as honest as I can be here. If you resonate with what I have described please let me know. I could use some feelings of "not alone" right now.
Peace
Stevie
Last edited by St. Eve; 05-30-2016 at 08:10 AM.
There have been times I've been dressed fully as a male (except perhaps for a pair of panties) but never felt more feminine. That came from being accepted into the "sisterhood" as if I was a woman. Once it was a restaurant meal with a supplier that happened to be three 20-something to 40 something women (I was about 50 at the time). The conversation quickly came around to girl talk, stuff and intimacies I've never heard a woman share with a man: their sex lives, their periods, childbirth, fantasies. It just made me feel so accepted afterwards.
Another time was similar. A friend had a bunch of us, with wives, over to his place. My wife was working so was not with me. He was showing us his man-project in the garage (restoring a vehicle). Frankly that sort of thing really bores me. So I thought I'd take my leave and went upstairs to say goodbye to the girls but they kept me chatting with them for quite a while, thrilled that one of the "men" showed more interest in them than the man-project (interestingly, the man-project guy and his wife divorced soon after). Again, mostly girl-talk.
Sometimes, even in male mode, I find myself adopting, unconsciously, female sitting postures when in a social context (legs crossed, etc.)
Presenting physically is one thing, but truly feeling womanly is, I think something hard-wired between the ears. These are events that have had me questioning my true gender more and more.