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Who Am I?
Hi folks,
I'm "Donna M" -- that's the femme name I chose and have gone by online since 2002. I am a bi, male, part-time crossdresser. Well, technically speaking, I'm a transvestite, but that term always sounded to me like something you'd call an exterminator about. Let's face it, when it comes to those who have been treated respectfully in popular culture, "trannies" are just not on the list. Integrity of self-expression is one thing, but I have no interest in being gawked and jeered at as some kind of side-show freak. My femme persona is soft, not loud or obnoxious; intimate, not obstreperous.
I've had photos posted online since 2002, but haven't had any readily accessible since my Flickr account was deleted last year. I've done my time on the personals and social networking circuit, but have found both the providers, and often the users, to be too predatory for my tastes. And even among those users who are reasonably polite and/or sensitive, there's usually an expectation for more interaction than I'm looking for. So, I've whittled it down to this cubby-hole on IJ, and some photo hosting site, as soon as I find a good one.
My interest in bending gender goes way back to my childhood years. As early as age five, I was sneaking into my sister's closet and trying on various items, especially shoes. By the time I was going through puberty, I had developed a full-blown "fetish" for pantyhose. In the early years and decades, there was far too much shame associated with such things, and far too little privacy, so my crossdressing activities were always very limited. It would not be until much later that I would seriously entertain the notion of dressing fully as a girl -- and feeling like one -- and later still, exploring the bisexual side of my desires. I regret that was not able to more fully explore these delights earlier in my life, but hey, that's the way it goes.
I am not "a woman trapped in a man's body" by any means, and while I have great sympathy for transfolk, my connection to them is limited. I have learned an enormous amount about gender differences, and the illusory nature of the socially constructed "gender divide," due to my urges. In fact, nearly all of what I have come to understand about what it means to be a woman is a direct result of my gender-bending activities. Nevertheless, the driving force behind all of it, and the primary focus of my activities, is almost purely that of sensual excitement, erotic imagination, unbearably ecstatic sexual desires...
At this point in my life, I'm not looking for relationships, more friends, or even purely sexual encounters. My social life is too full as it is. But the private exploration and the fantasies continue...
*wink*
Hi folks,
I'm "Donna M" -- that's the femme name I chose and have gone by online since 2002. I am a bi, male, part-time crossdresser. Well, technically speaking, I'm a transvestite, but that term always sounded to me like something you'd call an exterminator about. Let's face it, when it comes to those who have been treated respectfully in popular culture, "trannies" are just not on the list. Integrity of self-expression is one thing, but I have no interest in being gawked and jeered at as some kind of side-show freak. My femme persona is soft, not loud or obnoxious; intimate, not obstreperous.
I've had photos posted online since 2002, but haven't had any readily accessible since my Flickr account was deleted last year. I've done my time on the personals and social networking circuit, but have found both the providers, and often the users, to be too predatory for my tastes. And even among those users who are reasonably polite and/or sensitive, there's usually an expectation for more interaction than I'm looking for. So, I've whittled it down to this cubby-hole on IJ, and some photo hosting site, as soon as I find a good one.
My interest in bending gender goes way back to my childhood years. As early as age five, I was sneaking into my sister's closet and trying on various items, especially shoes. By the time I was going through puberty, I had developed a full-blown "fetish" for pantyhose. In the early years and decades, there was far too much shame associated with such things, and far too little privacy, so my crossdressing activities were always very limited. It would not be until much later that I would seriously entertain the notion of dressing fully as a girl -- and feeling like one -- and later still, exploring the bisexual side of my desires. I regret that was not able to more fully explore these delights earlier in my life, but hey, that's the way it goes.
I am not "a woman trapped in a man's body" by any means, and while I have great sympathy for transfolk, my connection to them is limited. I have learned an enormous amount about gender differences, and the illusory nature of the socially constructed "gender divide," due to my urges. In fact, nearly all of what I have come to understand about what it means to be a woman is a direct result of my gender-bending activities. Nevertheless, the driving force behind all of it, and the primary focus of my activities, is almost purely that of sensual excitement, erotic imagination, unbearably ecstatic sexual desires...
At this point in my life, I'm not looking for relationships, more friends, or even purely sexual encounters. My social life is too full as it is. But the private exploration and the fantasies continue...
*wink*