I’ve never engaged in the physical ‘purging’ so common to
crossdressers. An instinctive hoarder, I like to hang on to my schmutter,
especially as I sometimes find new uses for long-overlooked garments. But
periodically I make an attempt at mental
purging – putting trans thoughts out of my mind, filling the head with ballast.
Other sufferers will tell you it doesn’t work. I tried it in October. My resolve
lasted all of two weeks – just long enough for me to start asking myself whether
it was a compulsion or an addiction, this thing I feel.
Dabrela shares some frank and candid thoughts on her crossdressing in her post, Be thyself.
Sunday and the end of my two-week vacation
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It is Sunday and the end of my two-week vacation which is always sad.
Yesterday I removed the red polish from my nails and went more natural and
also short...
2 hours ago