I think you're very right about being a recycled teeny bopper. I feel right now I'm just starting to approach 25 for my CD'ing side. I like it better, much better. I enjoy being an adult CD'r.
When I first started really dressing though, I would say I was no different than a 13 or 14 year old girl who just wanted to put on make up, show my legs, and wear what ever was the tightest to show off my feminine body.
Now, I still like to show off that body occasionaly , but I admit that my choice of clothing has changed to a less risque form of dressing.
I think the more we dress, the more our feminity ages.
Here in the US we have talk shows were mom's who are in their 50's dress like they are in their 20's. Their children or friends bring them on the show to get them makeovers. So I'm sure this won't apply to all the CD'rs who enjoy dressing in short skirts and the highest of high heels, but for most of us our feminine expression grows like it does in the majority of genetic girls.
I was 55 ---but by the time i read all your message --im now 82 -that being said i too share those thoughts (nursing home thing is so tough)(Its my Mom for *$#&& sake). For some reason a facelift now sounds like a great idea When your femininty comes into question-- we all made it this far and were here for you (probably die with out this site if unowhatimean)
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Not much else to say except that while actively involved with Tri-Ess I would see crossdressers from 20 to 80+. What impressed me the most was one great lady who made it to the meetings even though she needed assistance to just sit down at the table. I guessed her staying involved with Tri-Ess ans seeing all the "youngsters" there is what kept her going. I knew then this would be with me until the day I die.
...........actually, I plan on taking it with me when I go. Why leave behind something that brings me so much joy?
Someone sent this "joke" to me and I thought I'd post it here. I think we could use a bit of humor
Sharon Rose
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When the time comes, no nursing home for me. I'm checking into the Holiday Inn! With the average cost for a nursing home reaching $188 per day, there is a better way to handle getting old and feeble.
I've already checked on reservations at the Holiday Inn. For a combined long-term stay discount and senior discount, it's $49.23 per night. That leaves $138.77 a day for: breakfast, lunch and dinner in any restaurant I want; or room service, laundry, gratuities and special TV movies. Plus, they provide a swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge, washer and dryer, etc. Most have free toothpaste and razors, and all have free shampoo and soap.
They treat you like a customer, not a patient. For $5 in tips a day, the entire staff will be scrambling to help you.
There is a city bus stop out front, and seniors ride free. The handicap bus will also pick you up if you fake a decent limp. To meet other nice people, call a temple or church bus on Saturday or Sundays.
For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there. While you're at the airport, fly somewhere. Otherwise, the cash keeps building up.
It takes months to get into decent nursing homes. Holiday Inn will take your reservation today. And you are not stuck in one place forever, you can move from Inn to Inn, or even from city to city. Want to see Hawaii? They have a Holiday Inn there too. TV broken? Light bulbs need changing? Need a mattress replaced? No problem. They fix everything and apologize for the inconvenience.
The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks to see if you are ok. If not, they'll call the undertaker or an ambulance. If you fall and break a hip, Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life! No worries about visits from family. They'll always be glad to find you, and probably check in for a few days mini-vacation. The grandkids can use the pool. What more can you ask for?
So, when I reach the "Golden Age," I'll face it with a grin.
Your future is what you make of it, so make it a good one.
, but I admit that my choice of clothing has changed to a less risque form of dressing.
