Oh haven't some of us got sooh bogged down in 'is it just a fetish...?', 'Blanchard, Lawrence etc. ...'? I resolve from now on to leave all that to others and concentrate more on painting my nails. Dear Jack Molay, I won't take issue with you any more if I disagree with you slightly - you've got enough on your plate without having to answer my little points, and really I've got better, sexier, bolder and more personal things to do than to make such points.
Seriously though Jack you've done great work to help all of us crossdreamy girls, you are a true heroine. Thank you ever so much. x x x
Ooh, talking of heroines, look at my new heroine Rebecca Hall dressed like a catwalk princess at this premiere do last week. The sexy quasi-androgynous look, the 'oh, fuck me, purrrleasse' heels, the thick lipstick, the 'ooh, steal a look at my boobies' top. She usually looks more like this:
I just love the thought of her thinking 'look, just because I'm an intellectual, thoughtful, demurely sophisticated person doesn't mean I'm above being sexy, you know. In fact, I fucking love it.' Of course Rebecca is sexy however she appears, in fact I think she actually looks less attractive dressed like that than she usually does. It's just the though of her wanting to present herself as a sex object that thrills me so.
Sex-object/sex-subject. Alloerotic/auterotic. Wanting to appear sexy because you are so full of sexy feelings yourself.
And me, I want to appear sexy too, girls (and boys).
Within the man a woman.
Within the serious t-woman, a t-slut, in service of her own sex drive.
If anyone reads this blog regularly it's probably because they seek some thoughtful reflections on crossdreaming. But, fuck it, girls, Debbie's gonna get her handbag and saunter right out from all that dry stuff. There's a bimbo within the even the most sensitive and erudite.
Beneath the surface, not too far below it in fact, sex flows in all of us. In you too, reader...
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