Maybe I should add something clarifying here:
I was a guy for 50 years before I began dressing.
Not a mocho guy, but I just loved doing physical guy stuff.
Not one who was pretending to act like a guy. I was/am a guy. Never thot otherwise until recently.
Not a guy who wore his mom's pantyhose on the sly.
Not a guy who ever had a thot of trying on ladies things. Or, any other fem thot or inclination, as I recall.
So, when I found I enjoyed wearing women's things late in life, it rocked me like a hit of LSD! I worked thru all the; gay, breast implants, SRS, etc. stuff on my own. I think I simply like looking female. And, at times since I began dressing I may have BELIEVED I have walked, or moved, or nuanced fem in some way in my appearance.
But, feeling or thinking female? Nah! It's just that same old dude I've lived with for 60+ years! Only now, he's a crusty, rude, crotchitty, crude, dull, absentminded, fuddyduddy, self absorbed, old man who wears dresses! Maybe there's no room in there for a fem side?
