π What #Crossdressing Means to Me πI'm a husband, dad, sporty bloke, heavy metal fan, a coach and a man with a responsible, demanding career. I'm also Davina. β€οΈ
I don't crossdress because I'm gay, a fetishist or because I want to be someone else.
@Davinalegs25 Her knowing but you keeping it private.Does that mean she knows but can't acknowledge?By private you mean your wardrobe is kept hidden and you never dress in her presence?My feminine side has always been kept private,isolated and https://t.co/RTLsKxwfPw trying to change that now
@Davinalegs25 For me its not kink, fetish or a desire to https://t.co/FvixKNIeVM brain associated pleasure, safety and comfort with cd thru childhood and https://t.co/Tte5y2N0Av be able to enjoy it now without the same fear,shame & regret as the past 40 years is a live changing event.
@Davinalegs25 As long as the image is declared to be Ai generated or assisted all is good. But people can be led down a road of false hope when it comes to feminine appearance by photorealistic Ai generated personas.
@Davinalegs25 Using Ai is fine as long the user declares its Ai if its photorealistic and posted for general viewing. Otherwise people like me can get false indicators as to what can be possible. Like anything else social media, false impressions can carry alot of weight.
@Davinalegs25 Yes, the sensations are a big draw. Mine started preteen as comfort seeking mechanism in a lonely childhood.Once the sensations were affiliated with mind bending orgasms during masturbation in puberty the appeal was hard wired into my brain.
@Davinalegs25 Black stay up thigh highs. Felt like I was doing something so right, yet so wrong at the time. Turns out it was wrong. Have you tried to hook a garter thru the elastic of a thigh high? Its a bitch! ππ
But 3 days later, the urge returned. Except this time a girdle and slip won't do. Now let's find mom's shoes. Tight but they fit. And so it went. Each time seeking a stronger climax than the last. Sound familiar?
About that dopamine hit. Since I was already lonely and having pre-teen angst and slight depression, the joy of cumming in those clothing far out did the climaxes achieved thru "traditional" means.
My brain had found a way to achieve incredible ecstasy and was hooked.
But here's the rub. Pun intended. As soon as I would drain, and the ecstasy would subside, the other side of my brain would light up. What the hell was I doing? What if I get caught? Is someone in the house? Look at me! Wtf?!Guilt, shame and a promise to myself never again.
The dopamine hit of those first orgasms while wearing such a totally feminine and albeit forgotten piece of clothing in modern fashion was way too much for a 12 or 13 year old. I was hooked.
The penthouse magazines were in my parents bedroom by the time my puberty was raging. And in there I discovered my mom owned one of these.
And a knee length slip. Memories of my pulling it on the first time, the thrill. Damn those were mighty powerful endorphins!
Need to go back to my early years again. Raised in the country, isolated. One older sibling,much older. So I spent alot of time alone. Was not involved in team sports, did not grow up with a close network of buddies. So never really got exposed to young man rituals.
Saw the cd/femdom porn early, did the Halloween thing. So a slow burn fuse was lit. Lack of exposure to a "boys world" prevented real male identity to develop.
An experience that hi jacked my mind? Made me aware of the pleasures in feminine lingerie etc? I was only about 12 years. Rocking my hips, my buddy beside me, eyes on the screen while I climaxes in silence. There has to be a connection.
Lesian photo spreads with lots of lingerie gave me "tingles". At about the same time I was staying over at friends houses.Sleeping on the living room floor in seperate sleeping bags, staying up to watch blue https://t.co/ULAA46hvl3 night a French one called "13 femme de casanova
Preteen and I suppose some depression was setting https://t.co/yPbFtZGlhy(and maybe Mom?) liked porn. Penthouse magazine. Kept on top of the china cabinet in the dinning room for years. I saw and read alot while other boys would have been at hockey, baseball or football.
Dad was great but worked too much. Never really got to know him before I was a teen. By then, being raised by mom I guess I was ok with feminity.But definetly lusted after girls, no gay tendencies at all