Friday, December 31, 2021
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Wednesday, December 29, 2021
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
Monday, December 27, 2021
Saturday, December 25, 2021
This is my chance to talk about how I feel about Christmas. I'm with Charles Dickens, who put these words into the mouth of Scrooge's nephew, Fred: "I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!"
There is practically no version of A Christmas Carol that I cannot stand to watch at least once, although I have a favorite--the 1984 TV version starring George C. Scott, which I consider closest to both the spirit and the letter of Dickens' work. I will confess a soft spot for The Muppet Christmas Carol, in part because my kids love it so (despite their being college graduates now).
So I will close this post with the immortal words of Tiny Tim:
God bless us, everyone!
Friday, December 24, 2021
Thursday, December 23, 2021
Wednesday, December 22, 2021
Tuesday, December 21, 2021
Monday, December 20, 2021
Sunday, December 19, 2021
Saturday, December 18, 2021
Friday, December 17, 2021
Thursday, December 16, 2021
Wednesday, December 15, 2021
When I first began cross-dressing in my 20s, the idea of wearing pants seemed silly. "That's what I wear all the time; girls wear skirts and dresses." And when I resumed dressing about 15 years ago, that was my first rhought as well--and then I realized that, in the modern era, there were a lot of differences between men's and women's pants. And when I began to see some female styles that seemed really attractive and girlish, I decided to give them a try.
I realized a few things--for me, with some exceptions, the most femme pants were loose and a little flowing and, for them to really seem feminine, they needed to be worn with visible high heels. Here are some examples:
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
Monday, December 13, 2021
Sunday, December 12, 2021
Saturday, December 11, 2021
Friday, December 10, 2021
Wednesday, I had my latest meeting with Mistress Lola, probably the last we will have until after the holidays. In it, Mistress Lola mentally conditioned me to look and act like her twin.
Thursday, December 9, 2021
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
Tuesday, December 7, 2021
I'll have some comments on my own experiences with women's pants in this space next week.
Despite what civilian women are wearing or not wearing, I still dress up when I go out. In addition to the dress, I am fully coiffured and wear heels, hosiery, handbag, jewelry, bra, girdle, full makeup, etc. – just like when Mom when she used to go out. (She taught her “daughter” well.)
People notice. But what’s wrong with being noticed? Being noticed may result in compliments and what girl doesn’t like to receive unsolicited compliments on their appearance.
I admit I have a few bifurcated garments in milady’s wardrobe. But I seldom wear them. Maybe when I attend a very casual affair like a cook-out or a softball game. Otherwise, I’m in a dress.
After all, they don’t call it “cross-trousering,” do they?
Monday, December 6, 2021
Sunday, December 5, 2021
Saturday, December 4, 2021
Friday, December 3, 2021
Thursday, December 2, 2021
Wednesday, December 1, 2021
I only came across just now, as I was checking on the stats for the blog. Still, it's a very sexy image, I must say.
Tuesday, November 30, 2021
I first started accumulating a feminine wardrobe when I moved out of my mother's home in my early 20s. Within a few years, I had a good collection of lingerie, four or five dresses, some skirts and blouses, and three or four pairs of shoes. That all went away when I moved from New York City to a small town in upstate New York shortly before I got married. That was my first purge.
In the first 25 years of my marriage, I occasionally bought some new things--mostly lingerie and shoes--but they never stayed for long. About 14 years ago, the urge to dress took hold again and I started acquiring femme attire (I think a bit of "empty-nest syndrome" explains this, as my children had both mostly moved out by that time). First came panties, then hosiery, then high heels...and within six months, I had a considerable collection. Over the next decade, I did several "mini-purges" which I called "cullings"--as I went through the wardrobe and disposed of the items I seldom wore or which I decided were no longet to my taste. Still, by 2019, I had some 25 dresses, and about the same number each of skirts and blouses. I had about 30 pairs of shoes and, of course, lots of panties and bras and hose.
And I began to get careless about keeping it all hidden. (My wife has never understood or accepted my cross-dressing.) Little items--usually jewelry or hair accessories--would be missed when straightening up after a dressing/photo session. M wife put her foot down--it all had to go. I resolved to get rid of it...and I did, for the most part. All the dresses, skirts, and blouses went to Goodwill, as did most of the shoes. The undies were simply trashed.
I still have a couple of pairs of panties, two bras, and three or four pairs of heels. I guess you could say I kept them for sentimental reasons. Once in a while, I surreptitiously wear them under male attire in what I call "secret sissy" days.
But my full-on dressing days are gone forever.
Monday, November 29, 2021
Sunday, November 28, 2021
Saturday, November 27, 2021
Friday, November 26, 2021
Thursday, November 25, 2021
Wednesday, November 24, 2021
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
Next week in this space I will discuss my own history of purging.
I was probably in my teens when I realized that crossdressing was going to be a part of who I was for the rest of my life. I knew I wasn’t going to outgrow it, it wasn’t a phase. This was my accepting who I was. It would be years before I would embrace it, but that’s another story. It would be a few more years, not until I was twenty years old and living in my first apartment that I first bought my own clothes, specifically lingerie. It was the first time that I had panties and bras that were one hundred percent my own. I could wear them whenever I wanted, I didn’t have to put them back when I was finished trying them on. They were mine mine mine. And I loved it.
But it also filled me with anxiety and fear. Living alone in a studio apartment meant that were someone else to find my lingerie it would be unquestionably mine. I couldn’t say that my clothes were my sister’s that somehow got mixed up with my own. I was, and still am, terrified of being found out. So, after a few days of my new bra and panty set hidden away in my closet, I would purge.
We purge for different reasons. Some of us purge because we are convinced that we have outgrown this side of us. We think (and try to tell ourselves) that it was a phase and have moved on with our lives. For me personally I don’t think I ever felt that way. So, why did I purge? I tossed my wardrobe and heels for two main reasons. At first I threw away my clothes because I was scared to death of being found out.
The second reason I purged was me thinking that I could, well, stop crossdressing. I knew I was who I was and that I wasn’t ever going to change, but I honestly thought I could stop. I naively thought if I didn’t own panties that it wouldn’;t be possible for me to wear them and therefore I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. Sure, I might WANT to wear lingerie but if I didn’t own any I couldn’t do so. I would also resist buying anything. Ever.
It would be years and it would take countless purging (some small, some rather large) until I realized that it was pointless. No matter how many times I threw away my panties it wouldn’t take long for me to wander over to the lingerie section of a store and start shopping again. Eventually I realized that this (expensive) pattern would repeat for the rest of my life. I did my final purge the day before I moved in with my girlfriend, the girl I would be fortunate enough to marry.
Monday, November 22, 2021
Sunday, November 21, 2021
Saturday, November 20, 2021
Friday, November 19, 2021
Wednesday I had another delightful afternoon in the hypnotic control of Mistress Lola, this time as we explored my feminine and submissive nature.