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I've been thinking more about the feeling I get from crossdressing. The feeling of being held and snuggled by my clothing. And it struck me that it's a bit like the feeling of sitting by a warm fire on a cold night, or the feeling of coming in out of the rain and putting on dry clothes, and a lot like the feeling of a nice warm meal when you are cold and hungry.

They are always saying that many women equate food with nurturance (well that's what breasts are for anyway so it makes sense). I'm wondering if there is yet another wire crossed somewhere in my psyche that putting on a nice dress feels a bit like a good meal.

Oh and then there's the secrecy part. When I was 10 if I was alone in your house (happened a lot back in the day) I headed for your lingerie drawer. When I was 20 I headed for your liquor cabinet. When I was 35 I headed for your refrigerator, which seemed to upset people the most, probably because I hid it the least. Nowadays I'm home alone a lot and I don't drink and I eat moderately if eccentrically. But I have my own lingerie drawer. And it's not about depression. This is how I handle feeling good. I lose my appetite and don't dress when I am discouraged about life.

Anyone else have these feelings?

Absaroka

I hope I understand what you are saying,, but for me,, I get a feeling of security, safety, when dressed as a woman. I can't really explain what I mean. When I look like a man, I feel scared and want to hide in my room until I can once again be a woman, when as a woman I feel free and am able to do things,, things like going out. But the few times I am a man, I am scared to go out, I don't want the world to see me as a man. So I feel a sense of safety in looking like a woman. I hope that answered the question.

Interesting Absaroka,

Guess we each see our "security blanket" in a different way.

For me I come at it 180 degrees opposite. I am Virginia and Virginia is me, regardless of how I appear in public. Remember the story of the little guy who is confronted at night by two punks who are threatening him when out of the shadows steps this 7 foot tall 800 pound giant, "Is there a problem Mr. Johnson?" The punks are terrified and one stammers, "who the hell is that?" and Mr. Johnson replies, "Oh that's my body guard --- he takes care of my light stuff!" Well that's Virginia, she is there when SHE thinks she is needed and she is someone no one would want to mess with! Yeah, I guess you could say she is my security blanket!

Are we a complex lot or what!!

Love you and GO FORTH WOMAN ---- and BE!

Virginia

PS: Hi Amelie-Laveau, I knew you were still a part of our sorority!!! Love ya!