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{Amazingly not obvious to me at the time — physical and mental damage continued undiminished ─ I was drowning in so many non-life threatening ailments that I was overwhelmed, mentally numb. Why were all these events happening to me? I still had a loaded revolver, from my Gaylord days, in my night stand and yet never considered using it ─ shows how oblivious I was to what was occurring or I would have ended my distress at some point during this period.}

Then a series of events turned on a light bulb in my head: I was laying in a hospital bed staring, mindlessly, at the off-white ceiling tiles when in walked the V.A.’s chief residence doctor followed by a gaggle of familiar-faced floor docs ─ each with note-pad in hand. He looked at the chart hanging from the end of my bed for all of two minutes before announcing “Over medicated”. Off they went to the next bed. Maybe, I thought, maybe they would take action to help me. But no changes were made in my medications in ensuring days, none. So what were those floor docs dutifully scribbling on their pads?

First chance, after I came home, was to make an appointment with my primary care doc two weeks later. “Look, Julian, she said, you have seen half a dozen specialists. There is nothing more I can do. After all you’re 90”. No way, not acceptable I thought, I’d switch primaries.

Soon after I received a letter from the VA ─ had an appointment scheduled for an EED. What the hell was that? Turned out that it was a procedure attaching wires to the scalp to measure impulses or something. Report came back: “Over medicated”. A confirmation! Damn, why hasn’t someone reacted to the residence doctor’s diagnosis? Back to the new primary doc to find out how to cut back. “No idea” she said.” Thought back to a PhD of something or other who was on the Board of the Delta Society with me years ago (Delta is the group that brought animals like dogs, horses and dolphins into the mental health cure arena; service dogs to those in need of help and so much more.). Though we had veterinarians and other professionals on the Board too, she often referred to doctors disparaging as “MDiems” An old cliche: What do you call a person who graduates at the bottom of their class at the worst rated medical school in the Country? “Doctor”, of course. Excuse me but at that time in my life I had a low opinion of practicing doctors.

Okay, I decided, will do it myself. Cut dosage of some from three times a day to two, once daily to one-half. After two weeks I reduced more. For those meds that were already down to small amounts with no discernible changes in my health I then cut out completely. My symptoms, like fainting, didn’t get worse ─ but vastly improved! Within two months hallucinations and blackouts were gone! Still was only sleeping couple hours at night as the VA docs insisted on giving me anti-depressants (Require less paperwork than narcotics.). So what about the patient’s needs? A local non-VA doc ordered sedative-hypnotics, that’s sleeping pills, for me. Oh joy. Now getting sleep in spurts of two to three hours at a time but added up to at least six by end of night. First time in years! Could I get addicted to them? At my age – so what?

So, by being proactive medication-wise I had wiped out many of the symptoms and just maybe the actual ailments that had made me so miserable!  I’m sure that I’m confusing the reader at this point. The various pains and discomfort from the further degenerating of the neck and spine were still with me as were the occasional flair up in my GI track. But I was clearing up the rest of my complaints, as enumerated above, that were evidently caused by over medication.  Don’t want to give an impression that one can cut their medications haphazardly. I read the literature that comes with each prescription, looking especially for directions that indicate that said medication should only be used for limited days or weeks whereas I was put on them for an indefinite period. Those were the first ones I began to cut back to zero. I didn’t cut out a full dose regimen to nothing over night; but, rather, gradually reduce intervals and dosage. I found a few required reversing — particular ailments started to flair up again. For those I increased amounts back to almost the original dose and then reduced at a later date ─ may have to do with interaction with other pills that needed to be eliminated first. Pharmacists are supposed to police one’s dosage but unless you specifically ask, I think they rely on patients reading the, usually, three-page fine-print descriptions.  Not giving advice but only recounting my own experience ─ you’re on your own. True, my actions could have ended in total disaster, but it could have, would have but didn’t.

The above long narrative was not written to denigrate doctors ─ other than warn the reader to question doctors if not comfortable with a diagnosis, even get a second opinion. Also good idea to read the literature that comes with medication to verify that the side effects are worth the risk. A recent example: After eye surgery for cataracts a “non-VA care” doctor with a great reputation prescribed a medication that arrived as a pill rather than the expected eye drops. Reading the literature accompanying it warned of possible serious, life-threatening side effects. WOW! Found out it was the doctor’s error! Further, as mentioned above, were they meant to be used for only a limited time? One caveat: if you have a life-threatening malady don’t try to be your own doctor ─ get a second or third opinion first.

No, the point of the above long but true account was, from my own experience, to illustrate how quickly one’s health can deteriorate ─ out of control ─ often without realizing that that your life just might be ending. That “heads-up” a cross dresser so badly needs may not be forthcoming! I urge that you create a game plan now to anticipate all the scenarios, the available options before you have to enter one of the doors described above.

Now, am I following my own advice? Have I eliminated all evidence of cross dressing ─ clothes, makeup, boudoir table, perfume, “personal products” and anything else of a feminine nature? After all at 91 and living alone wouldn’t that be the smart thing to do? Nope. Betting on physically being able to do all those things before my remains take that long journey back to Washington. Doesn’t make any sense but you CDs understand why I’m procrastinating even if I won’t admit it to myself..

Good luck. God Bless!

See developing revelations in the next post – Epilogue.





Post 71

Continuing the saga of this past year’s horrible experiences:

Along with fainting came something new and strangely exciting ─ hallucinations while wide awake. Examples: blank surfaces like hospital walls or sides of kitchen counters became blackboards covered with intricate mathematic formulas in white chalk, or black and white sketches of a seated woman or a female face (Nope, didn’t recognize her.), trees with perched birds; half of flooring in my vision became part of the walls. By the way complex mathematical formulas are totally foreign to me so why did they appear? Yes, I also became a rooster ─ saw myself walking aimlessly down an empty corridor with feathers covering my body. Asked by two nurses where I was going and replied most seriously that I was a rooster going to bathroom. Obviously, it never really happened.

Another event, to this day I’m not sure that it ever took place: Taken to a wing on the sixth floor of the West Palm Beach VA Medical Center and wheeled into a dimly lit room. Near the door sat a man next to a table ─ he was reading a newspaper. About a dozen men lay in cots ─ I joined them.  Then the attendant with urinal in hand made the rounds, hourly waking each one up, if need be, to pee. It seems that each of these patients had been wetting their beds while in their assigned rooms and by making them urinate on demand it saved the hospital staff the need to keep changing their sheets. Seemed a logical reason. No idea how long I stayed in that room or even whether it ever existed.

I also kept believing that that the presence of a woman I could not describe or recognize was in my apartment for hours while I was there. I was always wide awake during these episodes.Then, perhaps at bedtime or when having diner I felt she was gone! Many times I would actually check the front door to verify it was locked ─ no way could she have put the latch on from the outside! My former wife had died three years ago and Renee was in a nursing home so whom was she supposed to be? In fact I often hesitated turning on the bedroom light for fear of disturbing this person who isn’t there. Even at times, when I reminded myself that she was a figment of my imagination and proceeded to turn the light on, I would still furtively glance back to confirm that there is no one lying on the bed. My mind is going to hell along with my body!

Amazingly not obvious to me at the time — physical and mental damage continued undiminished ─ I was drowning in so many non-life threatening ailments that I was overwhelmed, mentally numb. Why were all these events happening to me? I still had a loaded revolver, from my Gaylord days, in my night stand and yet never considered using it ─ shows how oblivious I was to what was happening or I would have ended my distress at some point during this period.

Continued on Post 72














Post 69

[This realization was brought home to me around November of 2014 when, looking back on the events it was like an unexpected water slide — helpless to change the course of my demise because, simply put, I didn’t really know what was happening or its significance as related to my final days on earth.]

My situation at that time: Now all alone, I had three burial locations from which to choose (Lucky me.): The family plot in Flushing, New York still had room left in it. Now contains my grandparents, mother, father, uncles Jack and Lester and brother Mort along with memorial inscriptions for cousins Stanley and Jerry (All included in my memoir). Since first visiting eighty years ago, Long Island’s jammed highways and a multitude of cemeteries now congest the Queen’s landscape and no longer allow what was once a rural environment of birds, small animals and trees. I often visualized the inhabitants must be buried standing up in order to have room for so many. Smog now obliterates the distant skyline of Manhattan. Yes, I would be with family members but I felt crowded just visiting. Foolish I know.

The second location was in New Jersey at the plot that now interred my two aunts, their spouses and Howard, cousin Renee’s departed husband. Recently I had placed a reserve order on two of the remaining sites. In this manner, after agreeing to grow old together, Renee and I, this would be the spot for us to take the eternal ride in each other’s company. Of course that wasn’t to be with Renee developing Alzheimer’s and her youngest son drowned in insatiable greed., I decided to transfer my reserved site at Renee’s family cemetery to the eldest son for, after all, his father and grandparents were buried there and with Renee in a nursing facility it was no longer feasible for me to keep it. As fate would have it within months of my transferring the plot to the eldest son he died at 68 of cancer.

So, my location of choice were the two plots, maintained by Lutherans no less, that I had bought in an untrammeled  landscape on the mainland opposite my last home in Washington state, Camano Island. Vera had wished that, despite our divorce, she still wanted to be buried here, the spot we had both picked out. Instead her nieces decided to cremate their mother, Mary, aunt Grace and Vera together in an unofficial Cree ceremony of their own making. They then pocketed the proceeds of her insurance and half of what we collected in 52 years of wandering. So now I have an empty space next to mine in an untrodden countryside ─ with mountains looming behind my head and the Pacific Ocean at my feet. Oh yes, the stars I sorely missed. Since moving to Florida, the moon, an occasional planet and maybe Orion, just after a thunder storm had scoured the sky clear enough of humidity, were all I could see of God’s heavens. Silly perhaps but the day’s scenery and the night’s blanket of billions of stars would be mine to cherish as God’s gift to me.

The dilemma: with a military funeral and, hopefully, a “missing plane” flyby overhead, I would feel silly dressed in an evening gown. After all I wouldn’t be around to explain my antics to the Veterans Administration doctors or the funeral home in Washington receiving my remains. Just accepting the fact, sadly, that there are still too many lacking knowledge and acceptance of  the TG community.

Okay, here I am a few months from 91 with my annual VA medical check-ups still indicating no obvious symptoms of impending demise and an apartment full of mostly female clothes. What to do? If I ditch everything now I could look forward to months or years feeling miserable and frustrated that I can no longer be Julie having my hair or nails done, shopping at department stores for lingerie or mingling at the supermarket. With my brother and cousins all passed, this past year has been mine to do what I knowingly or subconsciously wished for. Do I dump everything now or hope that I will be blessed with a heads-up warning from my Maker? Sounds familiar? Further thoughts on my personal dilemma in post 73.

Continued with Post 70





Post No. 68

Ready For Bed

Picture 3Must I, a CD, Make a Final Purge Before I Die? Must I? Would I Know When?


The following posts, starting with this one, No. 68 – are a year late in posting. They should, in their own way, explain the tardiness of this author, Julie. The fact that I’m able to write means that I have avoided entering one of death’s doors — at least for now. Being a CD in one of the many variations that it manifests itself during 91 years of living makes this subject very relevant – morbid yes, but inescapable.

Before recounting my personal experience when, surprisingly, I wasn’t really aware that I might be entering one of these doors that would end my mortal journey, let’s review the “end game”.Two VA ER nurses contributed their experiences on this subject:

Instant death, the most obvious exit door. Here we have no say at all. An 18-wheeler falls off a bridge onto our car; a stray bullet meant for another; we happened to select a commercial airline where on this one day the copilot decides to end his life — you get the idea. Well maybe we do have some say if, for example we are en fem on that day, on that trip. Whoa, not so fast. “When I’m dead I no longer care”— heard that one more than once and maybe it is your honest opinion, maybe IF you are single with no close family. Or is that comment just an excuse for delaying, for vacillating? Do you have close or distant family and business associates that might attend your funeral, none of whom know of your CD inclinations? Don’t care? Really? For those who live a secret life wouldn’t that mean that our CD proclivities are presently confined to that one room or apartment? Revelations do affect those close to us. Does it matter? You know that as well as I. So yes, we don’t know whether this will be our destined doorway — and if it is — how old will we be? At that time will I have a family just growing up or having already left the nest? Obviously we can’t answer any of those questions but when is the decision time to plan or ignore? The planning options are very limited — confine your inclinations within restricted locations and time and still there are no assurances that the grim reaper doesn’t find your secret places. If you have a spouse or partner should you not prepare for an abrupt departure? Decide now what the arrangements should be regarding a funeral home and burial ─ how should that still living person dress your remains? Dispose of your clothing? Talk about it now and plan your final departure. “I don’t want to talk about it” isn’t facing up to the inevitable.

The impending doom door — your doctor summons up his most serious demeanor to announce you have a terminal condition. You have only weeks to live, give or take two years or so — doctors have predicted wrong before. If there is a spouse or partner on the scene you may arrange for clothing to be donated to a charity and the rest dumped. If single at this critical time the chances are that your appointed executor hasn’t the slightest clue what you are all about — time to tell them? Hopefully you are physically able to dispose of your years’ collecting precious belongings while there is still time. Or perhaps you have arranged with supportive family members to bury you dressed drab or en fem. If you haven’t, now is the time to do so. CDs often request a closed casket from the get go if they opt to leave this earth dressed in their finest regalia. Burial preparations differ with various religions so consideration and instructions are required to follow or ignore. Each situation is unique. Take comfort that this door at least allows you time to act ─ God’s Will has made up your mind for you, no stalling

For all practical purposes the last two doors can be combined for they only differ in urgency. In the first part of this group you have, say, a heart ailment or some other malady that will likely do you in down the road a bit, could be years, but in the meantime life is good. Children have left the nest and your SO is in fairly good health. She also allows you to indulge in CDing either in an acceptance mode or supportive. Still there is no guarantee that new health issues don’t change the forecast. So the same decisions must be determined as previously discussed, i.e., who knows? Who should know? What will be the burial arrangements?

The final door, or second in this illustration, finds you in good health with no hint of when you will leave this world. So you have the best excuse to put off thinking about a subject that you MUST eventually face. Point? Since we don’t know which door will open and when  — should we not now have a game plan before one of these doors does open?

Two other events are often encountered: Wife, rightly, believes that there is no longer a need for a large house and senior communities would be less work and, often, cheaper. Sure , but you would probably lose that little secret that you and spouse have shared all these years. Another scenario — you are alone and doctor suggests assisted living or whatever else you call it. Are you willing to trade a nice apartment or home for a bedroom and shared bathroom? Do you know how close to that exit door you really are? Frightening only if you put off determining a future course of action.

This realization was brought home to me around November of 2014 when, looking back on the events, it was like an unexpected water slide — helpless to change the course of my demise because, simply put, I didn’t really know what was happening or its significance as related to my final days on earth.

Continued with Post 69


This picture is a perfect example of autogynephilia for after all who else would want a 90 year old author?

Post No. 66 is the second half of the preceding post, number 65. We continue with samplings illustrating the wide diversity in feelings, behavior and the raison d’etre voiced by CDs for being what they are — each with their own opinion.

“I dress because I like the comfort, the fashion, the styles and the feel but I have no desire to be a woman.”
Noted that an equal number prefer the restrictive feel of corset, bra or pencil skirt rather than the comfort.
“I do not feel complete without firm support and figure sculpturing. I love the feel of thi-hi hosiery anchored by six stocking snaps.”
“I want to be dressed as a woman, hopefully mistaken for one but I do not want to remain one. I really do not know about my feminine side and really do not care”.
“I dress to let the feminine side run rampant through my closet. While doing so I like beautiful clothes.”
“I want to give full expression to both my masculine and feminine attributes; to soften the harsher aspects of my masculine side; to be all I can be.”
“I’m never the woman I can be without foundation, powder, concealer, rouge, lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, eye-shadow and brow powder. I always feel and look years younger and really fell naked without my makeup. And finally, a good perfume brings out my femininity. Of course, my toe and fingernail color must match my lipstick. Then I’m ready to pass. Must be careful to wear subdued makeup during the day, when shopping or I won’t blend in. Only then am I me”
“Every three weeks I have a manicure and pedi. My gal is sure to try new colors on my toes. It’s the highlight of the week.”
“I sometimes shop drab but usually en femme in stores that know me and, though all chains are happy to take my money, certain stores are friendlier. It took years to summon the courage to ask to use the lady’s fitting room and even longer to have the ultimate high — to be fitted with the proper size bra or girdle. Now, I understand, most of the major chains provide courses to their sales people on the proper approach and, “for God’s sake, don’t be rude!” The highlight of a shopping spree is when a GG asks me what color nail polish I’m wearing or where did I get those earrings.”
“I’ve learned early on that if I present myself with self-confidence, poise, a smile and a half-way female-pitched voice — I can go and do anything a proper GG can.”
One CD likes to vacation on the Jersey shore while en femme. His day starts with a five mile jog before going to the beach in a bathing suit to acquire a tan. His one complaint is often repeated by others shopping at Malls: “I pass to everyone except teen-age girls. Somehow they invariably start giggling. How they are able to “read” me I’ve no idea.”
“The sound of my heels on concrete and pulling on sheer hosiery over newly shaved legs are my turn ons.”
“CDing gives me considerable satisfaction of that side of me that brings on sweetness, delicacy, feminine behavior, love of colors and fashion trends. Takes me into a lovelier world.”
“When I see a beautiful woman wearing a lovely dress I’m envious of her outfit first — I want to be able to wear it. My attraction to have her in bed is a distant second.”
“I started between 5 and 6 so it wasn’t sexual. Became a sexual turn-on in my teens but not so much since then. Never thought of being with a man because I like everything about a woman too much.”
While the following excerpts from e-mails offer additional motivations, the “Why” for a single conclusive, definitive explanation will remain elusive forever – this writer’s considered opinion.
“Long story short! I decided I’m not hurting anyone so why not make myself happy?”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever know OR if it even matters.”
“My wife said that she finds my taste in music harder to understand than my want/need to wear women’s clothes. So I finally got over the ‘why’ and think of it like everything else.”
“The only answer I can come up with is: I’m just being the true me! If you can’t be true to yourself then who can you be true to?”
Your best course of action is to embrace who you are and celebrate that to the greatest extent possible in your situation.”
“I’ve kept a comfortable income flow my whole life, put a kid through college, crushed anxiety and depression, overcame stuttering and, believe it or not, enjoyed a lot of cross dressing. That’s all there is to it.
“You might as well try to figure out why you like the color red. Just accept yourself and enjoy.”
And lastly passages from the nom de plume “Lorileah” (from on this subject:
“There are those who look at things the way they are and ask why…I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?” Robert F. Kennedy
“Is there something there that is pathological? No. Is there something there that will make you a worse person? No. Is there something there that will lead to ruin? Yes if you fret and worry it will consume you.” Reference: More often read this observation of pending disaster among those in transition rather than those in CDing.
They are just clothes. They don’t have magic power. You don’t step into oblivion by donning a dress. You like it; it harms no one, just do it. When the end is near you can be happy or you can be sad because you decided to follow the crowd and not your heart.”
Note: As briefly mentioned previously there is a new breed called “Metro-men”. They often wear clear polish on well-trimmed nails, skin moisturizer with skin-tone foundation, lip gloss, well dressed and no paunch. The difference, basically, is that they do not wear clothes that a CD might; other than bikini or nylon shorts or thongs often made for men, but you must have a slim figure to handle it. Metro-men may also get permanent waves to keep their hair in the style desired. From a sex or gender stand point there is not enough research to label them as other than well groomed men.
Readers may well wonder at what point does a man who has achieved the goal of usually passing (to his own mirror or to others) ever crosses over into the bi-sexual arena or, possibly, he was actually gay but not aware of his orientation until turned on by cross dressing. No, doesn’t work that way. Because one has achieved a high level of proficiency in their presentation doesn’t automatically change one’s gender – you have to have been born that way.
Some CDs mention that when deep in the Pink Fog they may have fantasies of being held in the arms of a strong male. After all, the purpose of dressings, for most, is the desire to appear or feel as female as possible. So naturally when one is accepted or passes in public by GGs and men, the next progression would be to be hit on and then date a male. Nevertheless, when reality sets in we know that 80 to 90% find that acting on that fantasy is repugnant or revolting to the point of mental anguish (Never doubting their born identity).
When one reads comments such as: “Have dated men as a girl for years and love it.” OR
“I want to be loved, feel loved by a man.” — We have entered into that, roughly, 10% of cross dressers who are not heterosexual. They fall into one of the categories discussed earlier in this chapter. In fact they very likely had an unbalance, such as in chromosomes, since pre-birth but were not aware of it until cross dressing brought submerged emotions to the surface. .
Have we discovered a single genetic, hormonal, chromosome, or environmental influence that is responsible for “straight” CDs? The answer is no we haven’t. But what we have found is that there are a number of answers that are equally correct. Excuse the comparison but to make the analogy a statistical one – after huge expenditures in money and talent we now know that there are many cures to cancer just as there are many types of cancer. So we also know that there are many variations in cross dressing and at least as many correct causations.
Environmentally we should include among the possible correct answers a dominant mother who becomes the role model to the baby boy, but since such influences have caused many other dysfunctional outcomes we can only list it as just one more out of dozens of possible causes.
We know there is no “cure” waiting for a gay person (Verified by the AMA.) despite those quacks, and governors,who insist there is. A gay individual may be aware of his orientation early in life or not until having fathered five children; while a CD’s “trigger may happen while a child but the propensity to be a CD may remain suppressed for years until they eventually surface. Meanwhile a spouse or GF, relatives and friends must put up with an irritable, grouchy and often insensitive individual without a clue what is really troubling him.
To once more stress our present insignificance along mankind’s time span — in the context of our dressing habits — we can draw upon Africa, the birthplace of civilization. There remain tribes where only the male members celebrate peace or conflict by wearing the body, face and headdress decorations once ritualized by their ancestors a thousand years ago. Likely they were imitating nature where the male bird flaunts gorgeous colors while the female is drab; or perhaps the male lion with the great mane and the female with no distinguishing markings. No, Mother Nature has always been far ahead of we CDers.                                                                                                          In prior millenniums the reigning pharaohs of Egypt wore eyeliner and makeup. Flash forward to European and Oriental noblemen and higher hierarchy in our history wearing the finest of garments and in some countries wigs as well. It was, obviously, a mark of their social standings. Now suddenly, in the present miniscule period along civilization’s time span, clothing takes on an onerous specious connotation not previously associated with its wearing — a sexual stamp condemning a segment of our population. What judge set these artificial standards?

Obviously our present society has become disoriented. Let’s not perpetuate this artifice!
Evaluate our fellow humans based on their good works and not superficialities. Just my humble opinion.






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131940Blog No. 65


This section is a compendium of comments and stories from heterosexual, bi and gay cross dressers that will, I hope, convey to the reader how very diverse are the reasons and feelings that transported them into a compulsion that has no single answer or explanation but many paths — all valid for particular individuals — none right or wrong. Though the feelings may be strong and compelling, the “Why” remains elusive. Comments on the “Why?” are mostly found in these next two blogs.

But first let’s look at the two most diverse factors of all — how many hours a month are they able to enjoy their penchants and how extensive are their wardrobes?

For years I had a misconception that now, through the shining light of facts has brought home to me the huge variation in diversity, the multiplicity disclosed within the cross dressing community to the point where many don’t want to be identified as CDs — I’m referring to the actual time in any given month spent dressed completely with accessories or only underdressed, wearing just one feminine article (or several). Regardless of the degree that one dresses — one is still a CD — not bad or good. In 2014 this writer was corresponding with, based on her picture and comments, a bright, attractive, well dressed and nicely made-up young CD. Months later I came to find out that in an average month she spends no more than five hours indulging. The only details I cared to garner was that his wife was permanently restricted to bed and the government was paying him to be her aide. Have no idea how she was able to produce such a nice transformation with what appears to be so little practice. Further investigation revealed that many CDs whom I had “assumed” from their extensive and knowledgeable writings to be very close to full time actually spent less than twenty hours a month in cross dressing. Other variations further illustrate the disparity in my previous conceptions: The “compromise or boundaries set by one wife allows for no more than one night a month  while another couple go golfing at resorts and take cruises as two sisters might do.  We have discussed such paucity of permitted  boundaries before in such marriages — in that  when the compromise is really a surrender — too strict — the marriage will most likely fail in the long run. Some other obvious reasons for such limited time en femme includes living at home with objecting parents; presently serving in military, lives in a hostile country and similar circumstances.

For “middle” experiences it is not that unusual for a CD to be a traveling technician or salesman working for the manufacturer or distributor of a unique product. He may need to visit customers all over the US or the world whom he has never met before. With such freedom he usually travels en femme. With airport security normally trained to fully accept such travelers this writer finds it another experience to add to one’s bucket list. The customary action is to revert to drab, if at all, only during the time spent with the client. Frequently we also find in this group those who are able to spend half or more time en femme to be retired with supportive spouses or to be widowers.

At the far end are usually those who have, or are transitioning by hormones, sexual adjustment surgery, augmentation surgery or simply a mental attitude shift suffices. Indeed they no longer consider themselves as CDs but rather as members of the opposite gender. So for the sake of the subject being considered, the majority of those living 24/7 are no longer considered as CDs. If I were to graph hours spent per CD in the femme world I would venture more of a straight downward line starting with the least frequent practitioners being the majority and concluding by those mixing mascara with the transitioners.

Now let’s muddy the waters a bit: There are millions of males who have worn panties and thongs for most of their adult lives. Prompted by curiosity most never have the trigger pulled on their psyche, never become CDs but find these garments both comfortable and attractive to their mates. We also know that most CDs start their journey visiting their mother’s or sister’s hose or panties. Nevertheless underdressing starts at this point and may never progress beyond limited indulgence – garment underdressing thereby skewing the statistics to make it appear that most CDs are partially en femme all day, every day — up to the reader to accept either definition.

Closely correlated is the depth of owned wardrobe ranging from one pair of panties hidden in a shoe box to packed walk-in closets, from no shoes at all to hundreds – enough to make Mrs. Marcos or a fetish collector blush. Stands to reason that frequent time en femme increases the desire to wear and display a greater number of fashion presentations. So frequency of time spent en femme and the extent of wardrobe accumulated far outweigh the number of variations in behavior patterns. What do we mean by “behavior patterns”? As described more fully elsewhere in our blogs one fellow likes to present wearing a full beard while another gets a professional wax every three weeks – examples of two behavior patterns.

As promised we will now offer a small sampling of this diverse community found under the umbrella of cross dressing. Many of the quotes came from one of the best web sites (“ reflecting the thoughts of this community. That site is not confined only to the hetero majority; however it does strictly regulate/censors a forum that includes all sexual orientations eventhough I have selected comments by mostly heterosexual CDs as that group is the focus of this chapter. Rather than providing their entire texts I will encapsulate for easier reading:

Featured in the third group above is a father in his 50s who works as a technician that requires him to travel by plane almost every week to various cities in the Midwest. He travels en femme. The boarding inspectors, check his male IDs, know him as a frequent flyer and pass him with a nod and smile — no problem. After checking in to his motel he may eat, take in a movie or shop. In the morning he has transformed to drab, makes his business visits and, upon finishing his work, reverts back to en femme. From time to time he has taken his wife and two teenage girls with him. This routine has been happily carried out for years without incident. There are more frequent flyer CDs out there than one might imagine.

Single male trained to become a cosmetician while en femme along with 35 other girls (GGs) in the class. Today she makes good money with no intention to transition or desire to date men.

Another frequently goes out en femme and only associates with women. Has had sex with a few and considers himself as a lesbian (Feels like a woman and enjoys only women sexually.). Still trying to figure this one out.

Youngest of seven siblings — rest girls. Rather poor family so all clothing was eventually handed down for him to wear. In his teenage years he played varsity football and was popular with the school girls. At age twenty-two while holding down a job and living alone the Pink Fog hit. Never looked back he has been a CD ever since.

“Strange world where we want to be girls, or some reasonable facsimile, but we don’t want men in that equation.” — quote from one but not the usual view point.

Some boys and young men grow up, as does the rest of the population, short, thin or skinny. Those that become CDs find this as a physical advantage in the desire to “pass” either in the closet or out in public view. Most of these CDs won’t develop soft breast tissue until later years when their pecs turn from muscle to flab. In the meantime bras need be filled out by inserts or other recently introduced methods to create cleavage and boobs. Often CDs will purchase sizes B and C cup inserts in order to make their clothes fit better. Certainly it is easier to pass en femme when breasts are apparent to the passer-by. Though the reasoning seems clear to the CD community there are those who are still confused. Their comments are usually: “If the reasons are to be comfortable and enjoy the feel of feminine fabric then why do you need bra inserts?” Simply: most CDs want to appear as women to complete their persona just as makeup helps create the allusion. For this reason a 40-D cup is appropriate for a heavy-set tall CD but inappropriate for a thin man to wear. Most are still hetero men — nothing has changed.

Handsome man was told by wife that he could be a beautiful woman. With her support and his willingness they are happily married and best of girlfriends. Not known whether this particular couple have children.

Truck driver drives regularly cross country en femme until reaching truck-stops where he reverts to underdressing.

By age 5 a future CD started playing “dress up” and “house” with older sister. By puberty he was trying on mother’s lingerie, especially open-bottom corsets of yesteryear, hosiery and shoes. Have read dozens with this or similar scenario’s..

Mother wanted a daughter. As a result baby was brought up as a girl. One would think that he would eventually wish to transition but he became a heterosexual CD instead. Proving, perhaps, that external influence can “trigger” but not necessarily into a transsexual without other factors, previously discussed, being present.

“For a long time I lacked self-esteem and doubted my worth — totally negative feelings. I was depressed. I had to escape. Now I feel so much better about myself and so much more comfortable being whom I am. In addition, as I grow older when dressed I look 10 years younger than I am.”

“Lost job, family and then my desire to fully transition while still in pre-op stage. Needless waste of all the good things I had in my life. If I had only known sooner that I did, from time to time, enjoy being a man tinkering with my car, watching car racing and such. Still, I love fashion as well as being feminine. Why can’t I enjoy both worlds?”

From a GG: “My spouse is so much more attentive, compassionate and tender. He gets pleasure dressing and our love-life is even better. It’s a win-win deal.”

Was a slender boy — the smallest in his class. Picked on by the bigger boys; had to constantly bear taunting and bullying. His self-esteem remained low until he became old enough to buy his own clothes. He found tranquility and peace dressed as a woman. Though his wife and children in later years were his treasure, as a closet CD he was able to take refuge from the stress of everyday living.

“Being treated as a lady meant I passed’; being dined and going to a movie were great, but that’s as far as I would ever go.” My bi-contributor insists that these protestors are really gays in denial. Probably true most of the time

“I liked the attention of being picked up as a lady but no further.” Comment on last quote maybe applies here too.

The theme of Blog 65 continues in blog number 66.



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What can I say to explain that my next blog, Number 65, is not ready?

Perhaps to say that both my Winzip and Adobe software – all paid for – went down at same time over the last weekend of the month? Well that’s not a satisfactory excuse for me or my readers. More to the point I have been in in and out of the VA ER these past few weeks with spine maladies that originally started in a WWII bomber crash in England but only recently began to cause spasm problems whenever seated (Like in front of a PC).

I will “Overcome” as the good Dr. King may have said so please bear with me – excuses were never in my lexicon. Good Lord willing Blog 65 will be out before the Holidays. Which does give me a great opportunity to wish everyone  a healthy New Year – whenever that happens to arrive for you – as one’s health is our most prized possession, believe it!

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Blog N0 64
Blog number 57 included the following; so to avoid confusion and to make it easier for the reader to pick up the subject of Blog 64 we have copied over the first paragraphs (See below).
“There are those influenced by childhood experiences, through either mother or sister, that encouraged feelings already instilled before birth. “Instilled” in this context refers to influences created by chromosome imbalance, genetics, Harry Benjamin’s Syndrome, the body’s chemistry, wired by imprinting or by one of the other theories and hypotheses that might apply. By puberty they were already bi-sexual/gay and cross-dressing expressed what they soon found to be their true identities — identities not readily acceptable in the outside world. Some among this segment consider themselves as curious and experimenters. They feel more comfortable labeling themselves as gender-curious, gender-fluid, bi-curious or similar appellations. They may be far more attracted to the female body for their entire lives but still enjoy the occasional male with male experience. Some number may gradually find that their interest for a female has waned or never was strong — they, of course, are no longer considered “bi”. The majority of BIs are somewhere in the middle attraction-to-female wise. Further comment in order: A recent post discussed the CDs who vehemently denied being homosexual until the urge to try, one time to be that total woman at least once — and similar reasons. ReineD, our in-house GG, points out that these folks were always gay admitted or not. As a result, as acknowledged by this writer, the percentage now to be covered, albeit briefly, is in reality closer to 20% of the CD population.
A tip of the hat to the many who find that quoting percentages, labeling and generally putting our broad community into specific boxes is upsetting, unnecessary, unwarranted and not very scientific. Is it necessary? No more so than is the study of archeology and demographics valuable in enabling us to better understand our world today. Unearthing our family roots has taken on revived popularity in mid-2014, Why? I dare say that it’s probably human nature to know how one fits into the grand scheme of the billions of creatures whirling around this globe. With that intent in mind those who wish to be left alone to live life in the manner they chose with whatever happiness encountered should not be hindered or burdened in that pursuit by our feeble attempt to sort out our odd actions..

This post, (Blog No.64,) will briefly present, with some overlap, the theories, hypothesis and professional opinions of those who venture to explain the “whys” of our behavior, albeit varied.
In addition to those described above there are: cross dressers who live and work 24/7 as women — the majority of “straight” CDs, not happy with being lumped together with this life-style, prefer to assign the Latin word “transvestite” to this group; bi-sexual — those who have little or no compunction to having sex with either gender, though many in that group don’t consider themselves as homosexual for they are equally or more attracted to women; transgendered, or gender dysphoria — are unhappy with the gender identity given them at birth but live inside society’s patterns but as the other gender. This group and part of the group called “transsexual” might be born with chromosome imbalance. Chromosomes are groups of genes composed of DNA and proteins that are located within the nucleus of our cells. One such pair determines sex. The male sperm cell contains an X, Y or both. Fertilizing the female egg the result might be XX, or female and XY as male.
However a whole host of internal body or external factors sometimes cause mutations. For example, a XXYY in males would cause some or all of these characteristics: small testicles, enlarged breasts or high pitched voices. Imagine the havoc in that youngster’s psyche as he grows up.
Perhaps 1 to 2% of births present a dilemma to both the parents and attending physician — born with the female’s internal sexual and reproductive parts but with male external genitals. Those present at such a birth don’t have the ability to determine whether the baby’s mind is inclined towards male or female. The decision by the doctor may easily cause a male to later wish to revert to the female role and change the genitals to the labia, clitoris, vulva and vagina of the female. In 2010 an extreme example made the news with the father, over several years, giving Caesarean birth to three babies with his female organs and then turning the babies over to his wife to nurse (Yes, he still had his male parts.).

What is Harry Benjamin’s Syndrome? It is a congenital intersex condition that develops before birth (1 in 500) involving the differentiation between male and female. A girl with this Syndrome would have a female’s brain sex but her genitals would appear male — reverse with males. Fortunately, countries like the Netherlands have been able to recognize and start corrective treatment before puberty. It is a physiological condition and not psychiatric; it is not “transsexual” but a brain relationship with gender that, to this day, confuses the medical community when they don’t have quality diagnosis. Thus it is not a mental disorder but the result of a fetal abnormality impossible to identify before birth. Before leaving Dr. Benjamin — should mention his controversial scale dealing with the entire spectrum. He also tries to merge the Kinsey scale into this work. According to Benjamin the least intense level are those who “Get occasional kick out of dressing — in masturbation fantasies mainly.” This writer gets thrown by his indicating that the individual may be hetero or gay. At the other end of this scale – labeled Kinsey 6 – “dressing gives insufficient relief as does psychotherapy, conversion operation necessary as self-mutilation or suicide are the only alternatives”.
In a recent blog we offered a promising explanation to the question what causes a small segment of the male population to react to the trigger theory. Though still a hypothesis in summary it goes like this:
This biological model says that cross-dressers have their brain hard-wired to interpret cross-dressing as actual contact with a female. When they feminize themselves their brain goes into action and releases a host of neurotransmitters, dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, etc. which produce the sensations of well-being, comfort, pleasure, sexual gratification and bonding. It affects the reward centers of the brain, instant gratification, and thus it mimics the addiction response. It cannot be “cured” because you cannot stop your brain from releasing neurotransmitters.
So exactly how does this small percentage of the male population get their brains wired this way??? The answer goes back to synaptogenesis and neural pruning. There are certain critical periods in brain development when your brain creates a myriad of neural connections. In fact, you have the most synaptic connections when you are 12 months old. Then through the learning process, these connections are either reinforced or pruned.
So too the terms: “Androgyny” and “Hermaphrodite” are physiological or behavioral ambigenders that pertain to this chapter on cross dressing only slightly as those males afflicted are but a small segment of the community and are not considered cross dressers. Nevertheless, we have come to learn that the now old cliché, “a female trapped in a man’s body” in so many cases can be a reality. So the transsexual group may or may not be created solely by physical miscues at birth. In fact, as previously discussed, one may consider themselves as being a TS without having any physical abnormalities.
Only 1 to 2% of all the groups mentioned earlier ever elect reconstructive surgery. Add perhaps another 1% who would like to but can’t afford it. The percentage remains small for another reason: responsible doctors doing reassignment surgery require would-be transitioners to live 24/7 as a female for a full year to make certain of their determination to transition. Hormone regimen usually is started at this time to build up estrogen levels. Some decide during this period to keep their genitals because being male has its advantages or that becoming a female requires too much daily bothersome upkeep (makeup, clothing and household chores among other time-consuming chores) along with physical concerns that are not encountered by males.
That small percent in the transgender and transsexual groups who wish to keep their genatilia sometimes opt for breast augmentatation as a mental and physical compromise. The public audience at an “All Men Girlie Show” night club may see a few in this group who have turned to movies and night clubs to earn a living — and generally this audience comes away with the impression: “Freaks” or “She-males”, without an inkling of the tortuous trail bringing them to public display. A chapter has already been presented concerning female impersonators in the entertainment industry — no relationship.
We have covered the non-heterosexual segment of our community with a broad brush for good reason — we aren’t qualified to delve further into complicated medical dissertations nor would it further our objective to bring to you all available information pertaining to the world of cross dressing as it is brought to our attention.






Hope you enjoy reading these blogs as much as I enjoy sending them to you. As soon as my memoir went to press it became quickly apparent that the chapter, MYTHS, FALLACIES AND MOST THERAPISTS WITHOUT A CLUE, would be deluged with revisions, corrections and new information on this complex subject — thus a series of ongoing blogs were born! Now it is my hope, once this project is mostly completed, to bind these blogs into a single new book!

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