Sarah's Beginning
Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 2:40 pm
This is the first time; I have really tried to place a chronology of my beginnings – my excuse I am a stereotypical British educated genetic male – (with the social norms and genetic tendencies that are bundled up with that) and so do not find it naturally easy to share – it is not the done thing for an intensely private individual…yet it feels cathartic.
Back onto topic, my beginnings, date back to my days in Junior High School (aged 9 or 10); yet prior to that date I remember vividly playing with the girl next door and borrowing a tu-tu and enjoying jumping around in her room both dressed as ballerinas – I was no more that 5 or 6?
A few years later aged around 9 or 10, I remember, looking at a catalogue (in the UK many families bought cloths and goods through catalogues and mail order – before the www!).
I was enchanted by the models in the lingerie and the cloths – to this day I remember a light bulb moment on that summer June/July or Aug (?) evening – it made an indelible mark on who I am. Instantly, I had an intense desire to be like those beautiful models and there started my journey; at first borrowing my mothers cloths and hiding any of her “throwaways” and she caught me once or twice and has said nothing since…I was young.
My journey has like many people has been confusing with periods of not dressing, but as I get older so does my desire to be more and more like a GG.
Back onto topic, my beginnings, date back to my days in Junior High School (aged 9 or 10); yet prior to that date I remember vividly playing with the girl next door and borrowing a tu-tu and enjoying jumping around in her room both dressed as ballerinas – I was no more that 5 or 6?
A few years later aged around 9 or 10, I remember, looking at a catalogue (in the UK many families bought cloths and goods through catalogues and mail order – before the www!).
I was enchanted by the models in the lingerie and the cloths – to this day I remember a light bulb moment on that summer June/July or Aug (?) evening – it made an indelible mark on who I am. Instantly, I had an intense desire to be like those beautiful models and there started my journey; at first borrowing my mothers cloths and hiding any of her “throwaways” and she caught me once or twice and has said nothing since…I was young.
My journey has like many people has been confusing with periods of not dressing, but as I get older so does my desire to be more and more like a GG.