Over exaggerated fear of what will likely never happen.
That’s what I experienced the first time I went out crossdressed, and I have a hunch that I’m not alone.
A few weeks ago I was blessed to take my good friend Vicki on her first crossdressing expedition into the cisgender world.
She had visited the Emerald City (a local transgender club in Seattle) before, but leaving the safety of an understanding transgender group was new for her.
I got into my car without any problems, and was off to my first Tri-Ess meeting.
I love literature, art, opera, perfume, poached eggs, being by the sea, dogs, trees, tea, impeccable manners and children.'I'm curious about the world; fascinated by the past and energised by the future; at ease dressing up, yet happy dressing down.
I have enjoyed my single adventures, but am ready to fall in love for life.
It's not often you receive an account of your shortcomings to your (blushing, aged) face.
Yet, here I am, standing in a figure-hugging frock, being assessed - and rejected - for possible romance.
I look forward to sharing Britain's National Portrait Gallery, Naples and ancient Troy with my beloved.