Hello everyone. Brand new member, life long Cd.
Until 3 years ago I was a shame filled, guilt ridden, unsure and closeted Crossdresser. Questions and denial had become like second nature to me along with the confusion and the lies I learned to tell myself.
I come from a devote Roman Catholic Sicilian family. Youngest of 7 kids. I had 3 sisters, 3 brothers! To top it off my Grandfather, father, and 2 uncles served in the United States Marine Corps from World War 2, Korea, and Vietnam. I love my family but the elders of my family grew up in a different time, different rules, but with 100 times the intolerance towards anything or one who was different add that to close-minded bigotry and alcoholism that developed in every military male figure in my life and you have a powder keg of violance, abuse, confusion and anger. I developed an escape from the mental, emotional and physical/sexual strain and abuse.
I can tell you I was 8 when I first would take my mother's pair of kit leather gloves every night I could and sneak back to bed with her gloves on my hands run the supple leather over my body the feelings that exploded where unbelievable. I felt comforted when wearing my mother's gloves because her hands comforted me when scared, fed me, bathed me protected me. That safety and comfort plus the feel, smell and taste of her gloves was intoxicating.
Soon after my nightly glove habit began I wasent just wearing them for comfort, I would wake up touching myself, stroking my arms, or legs even exploring my male form.
Well this lead to stealing my sister's leather skirt and laying in bed draping her skirt over my body, smelling it, teaseing myself with it then wearing it and the gloves at night, when I could sneak a few mins alone, outside playing away from everyone. That is when the sexuality of what I was doing awoke my body and thoughts well before my body was ready.
Enough for now.
I will continue writing if I am asked to do so, I'm trying not to make an ass of myself.