After getting flat out smoked by several cross dressers about my comments about a fetish orientated predatory CD a couple weeks ago, I have e a tendency to be a little more careful on what I say, or write.
What I said was misconstrued to mean I was better than them because I am transgender, which is so far from the truth. The truth is, I can’t do what cross dressers do and just dress up a couple days a week. It nearly killed me.
All of this brings up a question from a comment I received from Connie, could you give up your cross dressing?
” A few months after I had ventured out of the closet, I attended a fancy cross dresser event. The “Grand Dame” of the group had taken a prominent seat, and her attendants were bringing food and drink to her. I noticed her obvious limp when she got up and headed for the ladies room (in her heels). I asked her, later, what was wrong. She told me that she had developed a foot problem, and that the doctor had told her she’d have to give up wearing heels altogether. So, she told me, this was going to be her final outing – because it would be no fun if she couldn’t wear high heels. Although I was pretty sure, even at that time, that I was not a cross dresser, I knew enough that she would not be able to quit cross dressing*. I told her that, but she was adamant that decades of cross dressing was now coming to an end – just because she couldn’t wear her heels. I think she may also have had a shoe fetish, but it was unbelievable to me that one could give up such a large part of their life for something as small as a pair of shoes. All the time I was talking with her, by the way, I was distracted by her nose hair that was curling up from her nostril at least an inch. Now, that may well be reason enough to give up trying to present oneself as a lady – not to mention a Grand Dame!
This was just one of the “I know I’m not a cross dresser if…” I added to my list, in preparation for my impending transition. No, I would not be happy if I had to wear a boot, or even have to give up wearing heels, but it would not change who I am. Whether it be from an old football injury or from wearing very high heels too often, there’s no need to put oneself on injured reserve when you know this trans life is not merely a game.
*I heard later, after I had left the group, that the Grand Dame had made a reappearance – hobbling in her heels.”
Thanks for the comment! I know it would be impossible for me to give up my feminine lifestyle.
I assume it would be just as difficult for a cross dresser to quit doing it too. Sort of like the “Grand Dame” and her heels.