Time for another one of those vacations we specialize in when other people go away and we stay home with our other self. This year it is only a partial vacation; my wife left this morning to spend a week with her mom. Eldest daughter is in college, youngest is home with me. However between school, dance class, rehearsals for the school play, and friends she won't be around a whole lot. I am hoping while she is home it will be pleasant-sometimes it seems important to her that we don't actually speak or admit that we have ever met. Yes she is 15......
Anyway my wife left at 7 a.m. with a friend for the airport. Although it was the weekend when I usually sleep late, by 7:05 I was wide awake, cold and hungry. So I had breakfast and tidied up the house some. I'm not one for cleaning as a girly thing, it's just my way of dealing with stress. I didn't get completely dressed as although my daughter is sleeping over at a friends house and said she will call for me to pick her up, sometimes another friends mom gives her a ride home and the first I know of this is when she walks in the house. So I've got on a bra with the little AA inserts, panties, leggings under my guy fleece pants, half slip, guy tee shirt (a black Harley Davidson tee which was a bday present from a guy friend, more comfort clothing) and my wifes sweater. If asked I would tell her that I wore her sweater and panties because I miss her-all true. But it's my bra and slip, not hers, so I can't claim that with them. When my daughter comes home she will object to the sweater if I am wearing it, and most of the other clothes will be back in their box. That is a funny story. It's actually my sweater. A friend of ours gave it to me for Christmass years ago, while my CDing was taking a 25 year nap. Actually he gave us both identical sweaters. This is the same man who wrote two songs for our wedding, and who posed for pictures while wearing my wifes wedding dress to her entire families delight and my envy. However I thought the sweater was too effeminate and gave mine to my wife, whereupon she gave hers away and kept mine. She and both daughters have worn it for years. The other day I wore it and my daughter objected, saying it's too feminine. I pointed out that it was originally my sweater and she said it didn't matter and would I please not wear it any more. As Virginia says, teenage girls in packs of one or more........
The first time I did this was a time of private self discovery. I put up a long thread here about stuff that happened, long walks in the woods where my femme side was mistaken for a man, wearing all white to bed because it was snowing, and so on. This time will be far more subdued. However I am looking forward to the week semi alone. The first day is always a bit strange, I've learned that. Then the rest of the week is fun.
Work is slow so I have a bunch of projects planned for around the house. My wife was a bit concerned when I described them all and I had to promise to be careful about throwing useless junk out before she returns.
I wish I could promise lots of interesting posts about my week but probably not. But I'll try to find something worth writing about.
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Well yesterday was a quiet day of cleaning, throwing stuff out, and carpentry. My daughter pronounced my efforts a success and helped with deciding what should be thrown out. Throwing stuff out as always got a bit emotional although I kept quiet about it since it was made abundantly clear that my daughter did not want to hear any of it. I did send a friend a long email later on however. Then I went to the gym whereupon she said that she would make her dinner and eat while I was out, although I had already tried to discuss when we would have dinner. Her way of eating alone. But she was in a pleasant mood which makes for a much nicer day, and when I got home said she was still hungry and made herself more dinner. Since we sometimes worry about her getting too thin this is a good thing.
Wore the leggings and panties to the gym. The leggings look like runners tights and the panties are bare neccesities microfibers which are really comfortable and look sort of unisex. I've done this a lot and noone notices. But when was the last time anyone here inspected another mans underwear in the locker room? Pretty funny actually.
Later on I sewed all the buttons back onto my daughters coat while she did homework. She had been kind of upset. She gets a clothing allowance with which to buy herself clothes (a great way to teach responsible clothes shopping) and when it's gone it's gone. So anyway she got herself a new coat that she was quite proud of but the buttons were badly sewn on and she was really pretty upset over the demise of her investment. Sewing was very quiet and meditative and I enjoyed it along with the chance to be of service.
All in all it was a nice if mostly silent father daughter day which is an odd thing to post in fun things to do while cding but so what.
Wore my wifes slip under the black Harley guy tee and leggings under the fleece pants to bed. Things are changing. I never used to be able to get to sleep in a negligee but it just felt calm.
So today I am wearing my one corset since my back is a little sore and it really seems to help. Combined with the truekares which I have gotten to like it does wonders for the posture. Also a nice long skirt, undies, shirt and sweater. The sweater is one I found in goodwill and an exact copy of one of my wifes favorites but in my size.
Anyone else find a bra and forms is good for the back because of what it does for your posture?
I watered all the house plants a few minutes ago. It's funny, that is one of those things that feels much different en femme. Cooking and cleaning and other supposedly feminine tasks feel about the same except I am more careful with my clothes. But watering the plants seems more contemplative, more nurturing, somehow. Maybe I've just seen too many pin ups of women watering plants in a negligee, who knows. Cultural baggage of plant care anyone? I feel the same about weeding in the garden.
So that's my day so far. Going from the eccentric reclusive old man to the eccentric reclusive old lady. Soon it will be time for the outgoing and friendly middle aged man to put in his appearance and go out and greet the public.
Have fun out there everyone
Absaroka
Wore the leggings and panties to the gym. The leggings look like runners tights and the panties are bare neccesities microfibers which are really comfortable and look sort of unisex. I've done this a lot and noone notices. But when was the last time anyone here inspected another mans underwear in the locker room? Pretty funny actually.
Later on I sewed all the buttons back onto my daughters coat while she did homework. She had been kind of upset. She gets a clothing allowance with which to buy herself clothes (a great way to teach responsible clothes shopping) and when it's gone it's gone. So anyway she got herself a new coat that she was quite proud of but the buttons were badly sewn on and she was really pretty upset over the demise of her investment. Sewing was very quiet and meditative and I enjoyed it along with the chance to be of service.
All in all it was a nice if mostly silent father daughter day which is an odd thing to post in fun things to do while cding but so what.
Wore my wifes slip under the black Harley guy tee and leggings under the fleece pants to bed. Things are changing. I never used to be able to get to sleep in a negligee but it just felt calm.
So today I am wearing my one corset since my back is a little sore and it really seems to help. Combined with the truekares which I have gotten to like it does wonders for the posture. Also a nice long skirt, undies, shirt and sweater. The sweater is one I found in goodwill and an exact copy of one of my wifes favorites but in my size.
Anyone else find a bra and forms is good for the back because of what it does for your posture?
I watered all the house plants a few minutes ago. It's funny, that is one of those things that feels much different en femme. Cooking and cleaning and other supposedly feminine tasks feel about the same except I am more careful with my clothes. But watering the plants seems more contemplative, more nurturing, somehow. Maybe I've just seen too many pin ups of women watering plants in a negligee, who knows. Cultural baggage of plant care anyone? I feel the same about weeding in the garden.
So that's my day so far. Going from the eccentric reclusive old man to the eccentric reclusive old lady. Soon it will be time for the outgoing and friendly middle aged man to put in his appearance and go out and greet the public.
Have fun out there everyone
Absaroka
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Well yesterday was a nice day. Mostly uneventful. Just a little cleaning, some work, rehearsal, and a trip to the gym. And probably more time spent on my clothes than was neccesary since I am trying to just wear them. Had a nice dinner with my daughter who was feeling verbal and quite pleased with her report card which she got that day. All A's except one B, and several of the courses are honors courses. She told me to put it up on the fridge. Last year she told us not to do this as she was afraid it would make her sister feel bad. But older sister has finally started to take school seriously and is away anyway.
I was thinking about this as I shared in a meeting yesterday. Like many, my first "addiction", long before any kind of substance abuse or other excessive and compulsive behavior, was fantasy. I could sit on the porch all day alone, going places and doing things. This is something I have heard in recovery many times but I don't think it's limited to people in need of 12 step programs. I sometimes feel like my femme side is a kind of imaginary friend. After all I don't let anyone know her except the people here. She is private and secretive, like me. She made her prescence known at a very lonely time of my life and then moved in and stayed, doing something, I don't really know what, beside entice me with her clothes the way she did when I was a child. Although I always say, and firmly believe, that there is just one of me; that I don't have a male and female side but just one whole person, times like this when my family is basically away, I feel like there is someone here with me.
This has happened before in non clothing, non gender, non sexual ways. I remember one time spending several months traveling alone and feeling like I had someone with me most of the time. I attributed it to all the letters I recieved from friends, the kindness of strangers, and my Higher Power's prescence. In particular I remember sitting under a tree one night in late October. It was below freezing (I could smell the frost) it got dark by 7, my flashlight had died and there was no fire, and I was 10 miles from the nearest road. I just sat under the tree for hours watching the moon move across the sky. It sounds lonely but it was incredibly peaceful, sort of like meditating. And that's how I often feel at times like this. Of course the forums play a big part in this because it means I am not isolated, and in fact I am trying to be of service to others at times here even though I participate here for my own benefit.
So I guess I could say that getting dressed allows me to be my own imaginary friend. No this is not about sexual fantasy.......Sort of like Virginia says that when she is in male mode, at weight lifting competitions and the like, how she feels Virginia encouraging her male side (Andy is his name I think but maybe I am wrong) and supporting him. Since she is out no doubt her male side can support her female side as well.
Well enough babbling about being your own best imaginary friend. On with the days work. Dishes and laundry that I was too tired to do last night and then on to paying work. Oh and I have a gig this afternoon, a small party our band is playing. Get to wear male concert drag
I do love thinking about it in those terms since a coat and tie is most definitely a costume for me. It's at the office where one of the band members has a day gig.
For those who are interested, I'm wearing the corset again, (the back is much better, maybe it helped) the usual undies, a long black skirt, white top, and stretchy black cardigan. Almost corporate. The sort of thing I would probably absolutely hate wearing if I was a woman and likewise the persona.
Absaroka
I was thinking about this as I shared in a meeting yesterday. Like many, my first "addiction", long before any kind of substance abuse or other excessive and compulsive behavior, was fantasy. I could sit on the porch all day alone, going places and doing things. This is something I have heard in recovery many times but I don't think it's limited to people in need of 12 step programs. I sometimes feel like my femme side is a kind of imaginary friend. After all I don't let anyone know her except the people here. She is private and secretive, like me. She made her prescence known at a very lonely time of my life and then moved in and stayed, doing something, I don't really know what, beside entice me with her clothes the way she did when I was a child. Although I always say, and firmly believe, that there is just one of me; that I don't have a male and female side but just one whole person, times like this when my family is basically away, I feel like there is someone here with me.
This has happened before in non clothing, non gender, non sexual ways. I remember one time spending several months traveling alone and feeling like I had someone with me most of the time. I attributed it to all the letters I recieved from friends, the kindness of strangers, and my Higher Power's prescence. In particular I remember sitting under a tree one night in late October. It was below freezing (I could smell the frost) it got dark by 7, my flashlight had died and there was no fire, and I was 10 miles from the nearest road. I just sat under the tree for hours watching the moon move across the sky. It sounds lonely but it was incredibly peaceful, sort of like meditating. And that's how I often feel at times like this. Of course the forums play a big part in this because it means I am not isolated, and in fact I am trying to be of service to others at times here even though I participate here for my own benefit.
So I guess I could say that getting dressed allows me to be my own imaginary friend. No this is not about sexual fantasy.......Sort of like Virginia says that when she is in male mode, at weight lifting competitions and the like, how she feels Virginia encouraging her male side (Andy is his name I think but maybe I am wrong) and supporting him. Since she is out no doubt her male side can support her female side as well.
Well enough babbling about being your own best imaginary friend. On with the days work. Dishes and laundry that I was too tired to do last night and then on to paying work. Oh and I have a gig this afternoon, a small party our band is playing. Get to wear male concert drag
I do love thinking about it in those terms since a coat and tie is most definitely a costume for me. It's at the office where one of the band members has a day gig.For those who are interested, I'm wearing the corset again, (the back is much better, maybe it helped) the usual undies, a long black skirt, white top, and stretchy black cardigan. Almost corporate. The sort of thing I would probably absolutely hate wearing if I was a woman and likewise the persona.
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The gig went well. People liked us and the guest of honor, who is getting married later this week, was very appreciative, had to have her picture taken with the band and that sort of thing. We were missing our drum player though. Kind of hard to play jazz with no drums although the bass player did a very good job of holding us together.
Male drag....I was thinking about how the clothes felt as I drove to the gig. My every day guy clothes are so comfortable I forget that they are there. Aomng other things they move with me, just like most of my female clothes do. A dress shirt, tie, and jacket do not move with me and the shoes aren't great. (I'm always barefoot or in slippers or sandals enfemme except on my walks where I wear my guy running shoes) So the male clothes confine me and restrict me. Similar in a way to a dress or a tight skirt. But they are a lot less fun. Still there is something more. The dress up guy clothes for me make a statement I just don't like in terms of hiding behind the armor of the clothes. Lots of men in a business environment feel exposed, unprotected, half naked with out a suit and tie. They express this as saying the suit and tie feel comfortable. I've never felt that way, it's as if I'm being forced into some sort of bondage if I wear them. Hmmm, a suit and tie as BDSM........except that of course there is no sex and I'm not into BDSM anyway......
Now my womens clothes don't talk to anyone since I wear them privately. But I suspect that my outfit I had on yesterday would infuriate me terribly the moment I felt any societal pressure to wear it. I'd be one of those women that some here love to complain about who go to Wal Mart in their sweats. So extrapolating to the guy clothes there is the question of who am I when I wear a suit and tie? Whatever it is, it is as different from who I really am as a dress with a corset is, with none of the fun. Imagine if the only time I wore a dress was to funerals and gigs.......
Today I'm almost ready not to change clothes. I just got back from errands and the thought of picking out a nice dress and undies and deciding what to wear is beginning to seem a bit like a chore. BUt I'm thinking of a gray skirt with purple lace top over a black slip and the other usual undies.
Maybe I don't feel the need to change clothing because I don't feel the need for my imaginary friend today. Who knows? But on the other hand there is the feeling so many will recognize of why waste an opportunity. The last few months I've been feeling often that this is not a relevant concept since often the desire isn't even there and it's okay to waste the opportunity to do something you don't want to bother with anyway.
Enough rambling......
Absaroka
Male drag....I was thinking about how the clothes felt as I drove to the gig. My every day guy clothes are so comfortable I forget that they are there. Aomng other things they move with me, just like most of my female clothes do. A dress shirt, tie, and jacket do not move with me and the shoes aren't great. (I'm always barefoot or in slippers or sandals enfemme except on my walks where I wear my guy running shoes) So the male clothes confine me and restrict me. Similar in a way to a dress or a tight skirt. But they are a lot less fun. Still there is something more. The dress up guy clothes for me make a statement I just don't like in terms of hiding behind the armor of the clothes. Lots of men in a business environment feel exposed, unprotected, half naked with out a suit and tie. They express this as saying the suit and tie feel comfortable. I've never felt that way, it's as if I'm being forced into some sort of bondage if I wear them. Hmmm, a suit and tie as BDSM........except that of course there is no sex and I'm not into BDSM anyway......
Now my womens clothes don't talk to anyone since I wear them privately. But I suspect that my outfit I had on yesterday would infuriate me terribly the moment I felt any societal pressure to wear it. I'd be one of those women that some here love to complain about who go to Wal Mart in their sweats. So extrapolating to the guy clothes there is the question of who am I when I wear a suit and tie? Whatever it is, it is as different from who I really am as a dress with a corset is, with none of the fun. Imagine if the only time I wore a dress was to funerals and gigs.......
Today I'm almost ready not to change clothes. I just got back from errands and the thought of picking out a nice dress and undies and deciding what to wear is beginning to seem a bit like a chore. BUt I'm thinking of a gray skirt with purple lace top over a black slip and the other usual undies.
Maybe I don't feel the need to change clothing because I don't feel the need for my imaginary friend today. Who knows? But on the other hand there is the feeling so many will recognize of why waste an opportunity. The last few months I've been feeling often that this is not a relevant concept since often the desire isn't even there and it's okay to waste the opportunity to do something you don't want to bother with anyway.
Enough rambling......
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Well yesterday I wore my newport news peasant dress. Sat outside on the porch eating lunch. It's warm right now in the Northeast and nice to be outside. Then in the middle of the afternoon I got fed up with my women's clothes and just put on my jeans and teeshirt. I don't know why, they just began to annoy me with their prescence. The guy clothes were much more comfortable. This often happens at after a few days of dressing. Of course guy clothes have come to include a womens sleeveless undershirt, leggings, and panties.........Today I'm wearing a comfy skirt and top and the clothes are almost as unobtrusive as the guy clothes.
It's warm and windy here in the northeast. I'm going to try to get outside more today and go for a walk, probably dressed unnoticably half and half.
Rehearsed with the same band last night. We did an arrangement I did. Talk about terrifying and exhilarating all at once. The 'bones played a lot of wrong notes and I kept thinking "that's not what I wrote, is it? I hope not" But the other folks in the band seemed to like it and asked to put it in our book. Yay........
Absaroka
It's warm and windy here in the northeast. I'm going to try to get outside more today and go for a walk, probably dressed unnoticably half and half.
Rehearsed with the same band last night. We did an arrangement I did. Talk about terrifying and exhilarating all at once. The 'bones played a lot of wrong notes and I kept thinking "that's not what I wrote, is it? I hope not" But the other folks in the band seemed to like it and asked to put it in our book. Yay........
Absaroka
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'bones dem 'bones them, dry 'bones :)
Absaroka,
I love your descriptions of your days this week.
Just wanted to "note" that 'bones are known to do that. Somewhere I came across the joke "How do you make a French Horn sound like a trombone? Take your hand out of the bell and play a lot of wrong notes"
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I love your descriptions of your days this week.
Just wanted to "note" that 'bones are known to do that. Somewhere I came across the joke "How do you make a French Horn sound like a trombone? Take your hand out of the bell and play a lot of wrong notes"
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I used to play the trombone as well as the trumpet. I found the bone to be actually pretty easy to play, the slide movements were pretty intuitive. On the other hand the trumpet is so loud that all your mistakes are out there for scrutiny.
Although I mostly play jazz I am fond of Strauss's admonition. He used to say "never encourage the brass"
I also play in a local concert band. One night the conductor, who is very good and very funny in a tactful way, asked the trumpets to play louder. Then he said "hmmm, I don't think I've ever said that before. I'm going to try to take a moment to remember how the words felt coming out of my mouth. Just in case, who knows, someday I may need to say it again."
Back to the clothes. Yesterday I got sort of fed up and just wore guy clothes for much of the day. But since today is my last day I can dress freely my interest is renewed. A soft cotton white top with a very comfy sweater, a long casual skirt, thigh highs held up with a waist nipper (not as helpful to the back as the corset but I wanted to see and besides my back is feeling better), and the usual undies and slippers.
Today is laundry day. Maybe it's the fabric, but a lot of my womens clothing seems to absorb the b.o. far faster than my guy clothes. I can wear a tee shirt for a week in the winter without it smelling bad, or like anything at all. But all those synthetic materials in the tops seem to smell after just a few hours. On the other hand the panties seem to stay clean and odor free far longer than the male tightie whities.
But anyway, I have a little feeling of sadness that my clothings little vacation and travelog into the world is about over. Even though I didn't really do much of anything different than from what I usually do, and wasn't a whole lot more alone than normally-during the week the schedules of my wife and I don't intersect all that much. I guess the big news is that my daughter and I got along pretty well for most of the week.
It's Friday so we are having friends over for dinner. So my daughter gave me a shopping list and pored through cook books to find something special. She's really a wonderful cook at this point. Tomorrow is Valentines day and I am having my friend the huntress over. That's the lady I talk about here sometimes who loves guy stuff- hunting and fishing and sleeping on rocks and so on. She will be bringing dinner and we will celebrate Valentines day together. Vegeterian daughter is not enthusiastic about tomorrows menu. (My wife said that my friend would be a great chaperone for me or something like that) Sometimes I think about telling her about all this. She'd love the name-she loves the Absarokas and was my inspiration to go see them for the first time. But telling her a secret of this magnitude before I tell my wife would feel like indidelity so I don't.
So anyway it was a nice week. I hope you all enjoyed my little journal out there in e-land.
Absaroka
Although I mostly play jazz I am fond of Strauss's admonition. He used to say "never encourage the brass"
I also play in a local concert band. One night the conductor, who is very good and very funny in a tactful way, asked the trumpets to play louder. Then he said "hmmm, I don't think I've ever said that before. I'm going to try to take a moment to remember how the words felt coming out of my mouth. Just in case, who knows, someday I may need to say it again."
Back to the clothes. Yesterday I got sort of fed up and just wore guy clothes for much of the day. But since today is my last day I can dress freely my interest is renewed. A soft cotton white top with a very comfy sweater, a long casual skirt, thigh highs held up with a waist nipper (not as helpful to the back as the corset but I wanted to see and besides my back is feeling better), and the usual undies and slippers.
Today is laundry day. Maybe it's the fabric, but a lot of my womens clothing seems to absorb the b.o. far faster than my guy clothes. I can wear a tee shirt for a week in the winter without it smelling bad, or like anything at all. But all those synthetic materials in the tops seem to smell after just a few hours. On the other hand the panties seem to stay clean and odor free far longer than the male tightie whities.
But anyway, I have a little feeling of sadness that my clothings little vacation and travelog into the world is about over. Even though I didn't really do much of anything different than from what I usually do, and wasn't a whole lot more alone than normally-during the week the schedules of my wife and I don't intersect all that much. I guess the big news is that my daughter and I got along pretty well for most of the week.
It's Friday so we are having friends over for dinner. So my daughter gave me a shopping list and pored through cook books to find something special. She's really a wonderful cook at this point. Tomorrow is Valentines day and I am having my friend the huntress over. That's the lady I talk about here sometimes who loves guy stuff- hunting and fishing and sleeping on rocks and so on. She will be bringing dinner and we will celebrate Valentines day together. Vegeterian daughter is not enthusiastic about tomorrows menu. (My wife said that my friend would be a great chaperone for me or something like that) Sometimes I think about telling her about all this. She'd love the name-she loves the Absarokas and was my inspiration to go see them for the first time. But telling her a secret of this magnitude before I tell my wife would feel like indidelity so I don't.
So anyway it was a nice week. I hope you all enjoyed my little journal out there in e-land.
Absaroka
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Absaroka, I have enjoyed your accounting of your femme time you have gotten. Thank you for posting it.
I like what you have said after getting some time in dressed enfemme. That you get to a point of having enough and going for comfort.
Dressing very feminine takes extra time and is not usually as comfortable as a good old tee and baggy jeans or pants. If we guys think gals need to be more feminine, maybe more guys need to dress more masculine. What happen to the days of always wearing slacks and a button down shirt. Jeans were only for real down and dirty work and tee shirts were worn as undershirts. Let all of us guys wear a few more ties and jackets and be more masculine. Maybe if more of us guys cleaned up and dressed better and more masculine, maybe we would set a trend for the gals to dress more feminine.
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I like what you have said after getting some time in dressed enfemme. That you get to a point of having enough and going for comfort.
I have heard CDers complaining of GG's not dressing feminine enough. I would say if most CDers were allowed a week of straight dressing time they either could not finish the week, or they would be dressed a lot more casual and comfortable by the end of the week. And if given a month most CDers would be dressing very casual and in jeans and slacks like GG's do.Absaroka wrote:.... Then in the middle of the afternoon I got fed up with my women's clothes and just put on my jeans and teeshirt. I don't know why, they just began to annoy me with their prescence. The guy clothes were much more comfortable. This often happens at after a few days of dressing. Of course guy clothes have come to include a womens sleeveless undershirt, leggings, and panties.........Today I'm wearing a comfy skirt and top and the clothes are almost as unobtrusive as the guy clothes.
Dressing very feminine takes extra time and is not usually as comfortable as a good old tee and baggy jeans or pants. If we guys think gals need to be more feminine, maybe more guys need to dress more masculine. What happen to the days of always wearing slacks and a button down shirt. Jeans were only for real down and dirty work and tee shirts were worn as undershirts. Let all of us guys wear a few more ties and jackets and be more masculine. Maybe if more of us guys cleaned up and dressed better and more masculine, maybe we would set a trend for the gals to dress more feminine.
kim
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I am a physically male person that likes to wear feminine clothes at times.
Just trying keep a balance for my self along with keeping my wife and kids in mind.
I am a physically male person that likes to wear feminine clothes at times.
Just trying keep a balance for my self along with keeping my wife and kids in mind.
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I also can ampathize with the comfort factor. I wear a lot of skirts and sweaters in the winter...but sometimes (taking a lesson from my wife) I wear leggings or yoga pants with a casual femine bloue. I enjoy those much more than jeans (although living up north -- jeans are the best with tights underneath on those cold winter days).
In the summer I will usually wear skirts, sundresses or loosefitting dresses around the house, again for comfort.
If I was getting "dressed up" everyday, it would get to be a bit much.
In the summer I will usually wear skirts, sundresses or loosefitting dresses around the house, again for comfort.
If I was getting "dressed up" everyday, it would get to be a bit much.
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Absaroka,
Thank you for sharing your "semi" vacation time with us. It was a joy to listen to what you did and I can understand the need to sometimes just throw on comfort clothes.
While I look forward to every chance that I can get dolled up, I've never had the opportunity to dress for more than a day at a time. If I were to go a week en femme, I'd bet the comfy stuff would come out fairly quick.
Love,
Kyra
Thank you for sharing your "semi" vacation time with us. It was a joy to listen to what you did and I can understand the need to sometimes just throw on comfort clothes.
While I look forward to every chance that I can get dolled up, I've never had the opportunity to dress for more than a day at a time. If I were to go a week en femme, I'd bet the comfy stuff would come out fairly quick.
Love,
Kyra
For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. - Leonardo DaVinci
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Jeannie
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Hi Absoroka
Glad you're having fun Hon. It confirms my theory "The family who lives apart stays together." The Warden and I get along great since she lives elsewhere. My kids and all their friends accept me and come over my house all the time. There is nothing better in life than being yourself.
As for you Kimberly.
"I have heard CDers complaining of GG's not dressing feminine enough. I would say if most CDers were allowed a week of straight dressing time they either could not finish the week, or they would be dressed a lot more casual and comfortable by the end of the week. And if given a month most CDers would be dressing very casual and in jeans and slacks like GG's do. "
I agree and disagree. I am comfortable with how I dress. Let those GGs wear a sweat shirt,sweat pants and bunny slippers. Then they wonder why their husbands are out on the prowl. Gee whiz. I wonder why?
I go to Walmart feeling like Rodney Dangerfield and walk out feeling like Sophia Loren. Every woman ,not matter what size can look good.
Personally,I don't want to see pink flowered hip huggers,with the Titanic in full scale tattooed on her butt when she bends over in the chips ailse. The stretch marks are a nice touch though. They look like waves.
If you look in the bathroom mirror in the morning and say" Yeah! That looks good!" That mirror is way too foggy. Just a thought. Hugs ladies.
Love
Auntie Jeannie
PS Pajamas are not considered pants in most civilized countries.
Glad you're having fun Hon. It confirms my theory "The family who lives apart stays together." The Warden and I get along great since she lives elsewhere. My kids and all their friends accept me and come over my house all the time. There is nothing better in life than being yourself.
As for you Kimberly.
"I have heard CDers complaining of GG's not dressing feminine enough. I would say if most CDers were allowed a week of straight dressing time they either could not finish the week, or they would be dressed a lot more casual and comfortable by the end of the week. And if given a month most CDers would be dressing very casual and in jeans and slacks like GG's do. "
I agree and disagree. I am comfortable with how I dress. Let those GGs wear a sweat shirt,sweat pants and bunny slippers. Then they wonder why their husbands are out on the prowl. Gee whiz. I wonder why?
I go to Walmart feeling like Rodney Dangerfield and walk out feeling like Sophia Loren. Every woman ,not matter what size can look good.
Personally,I don't want to see pink flowered hip huggers,with the Titanic in full scale tattooed on her butt when she bends over in the chips ailse. The stretch marks are a nice touch though. They look like waves.
If you look in the bathroom mirror in the morning and say" Yeah! That looks good!" That mirror is way too foggy. Just a thought. Hugs ladies.
Love
Auntie Jeannie
PS Pajamas are not considered pants in most civilized countries.