Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A poem I found some time ago
Shadow Dancer
I was there.
I was always there.
He didn't know me then,
and didn't realize who I was.
Just a shadow in his little boy dreams.
A spectral being in black lace,
come to caress his young, soft face.
He smiled in his sleep,unaware of the schemes,
that would end the joy that we had come to know.
Young and innocent,
he could not imagine how some
could hate me and my kind so.
I waited and abided my time,
for soon the awakening would be here.
He would gaze upon my face,
and would not be afraid to hold me in a friend's embrace.
We would stroll hand in hand,
kind and gentle,
through life's journeys together.
A friendship without end.
I would be free, and out of the shadows.
Alive and one, Finally able to play in the sun.
But in those dark days in the coming of age,
full of confusion, false starts and rage.
Alone and apart, we existed.
He loved and hated me at the same time,
what should have been ours,
he fought and resisted.
Heavy on him my urges did weigh.
Be gone, don't ever come back!
Those painful words I often did hear.
I would cry out to him, in anger and pain,
I can't, I can't, Don't you see?
We're brother and sister in the same place.
Look in the mirror, We have the same face.
No! No! He would shout and He would scream,
You're not real, You're nothing but a bad dream.
I am not a man, not just yet,
he said to me out loud with tears,
Streaming from our young eyes.
I'll tell you plain, and I'll tell you proud,
I'm going to be a man and lace just isn't allowed.
For years it went on like this,
him forever denying, and me always crying.
He was unable to lose me,
I was always there,
always at his side.
Insisting and pleading with him
forever offering my hand.
Begging him to accept me,
with all of my heart.
Learn about me from those of your kind.
We can exist together,
the way we were designed,
from here ever after,
this you cannot deny.
I am lonely and I am tired.
No longer defy me,
for it does us no good.
Here to stay,
I've always said.
Love me now,
pay no attention to what others may think.
Give me your heart,
and I'll give you mine.
Together the way it was meant.
We'll laugh and love,
and there'll be nothing left for you to resent.
And he finally, in this last year,
give up his fight and put a side the hate.
Willing to embrace My beautiful satin and black lace.
The healing has begun,
we are now whole.
Able to love myself,
as is my right.
One heart that beats strong,
no longer divided,
righting the wrong.
Finally able to face
what I should've always known.
I am Leah I am Leah. . . no longer alone. ______________________________________________________________________________ A poem written by Leah MacLean. I ran across this on the internet. It completely describes the feelings and what I have gone through for many years. But know I have faced it and will live as one together in happiness no matter what others may think. I am MistyG. . . no longer alone.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Moved
Monday, September 14, 2009
Why Do I Crossdress
Why do I Crossdress
Why do people crossdress wheiter male or female? ? Does anyone really know ! ! ! Personally I don't think anyone knows the answer to this question. If you ask this question to a thousand different crossdressersyou'll get a thousand different answers.
I have been crossdressing for almost 50 years and I still don't really know why I crossdress. I think it most likely started out as a fetish when I was younger. But as the years went on I discovered that it really had very little, if anything to do with sex. I hardly ever get aroused sexually when I dress anymore. But yet I dress almost everyday (night). I like the way I feel when I am dressed. I like trying to look the best that I can. Taking the time to really get a close shave and putting on makeup the taste the smell of it all. The way the clothes feel against my skin. There is nothing quite like the feel of silk or nylon against the body. To wear a dress or a short skirt and feeling that cool breeze blowing the tail of it up a little and the coolness against the body. ( What a feeling) Why should all of this be reserved for the women of our lives. I love this feeling as much as anyone male or female.
When I get dressed I feel so good and have a feeling of pleasure just knowing that I have made an attempt at perhaps improving my looks. Yes I think I look better when dressed especially when I take the time to carefully apply my makeup and fix my hair (wig). If my body was just shaped a little differently I don't think I would have any problems passing. (need to lose about 20 lbs) Another reason I enjoy getting dressed up is. I feel sexy not necessarily look sexy but feel sexy. If I have any house work to do. Ha Ha If. . . . I will always dress in a pair pantyhose a pair of cutoffs and a Tee with my favorite bra. Put on a pair of tennis shoes and I am ready to clean house. Or maybe sometimes I will put on a short denium skirt with a tank top. I don't mind cleaning house this way but I just can't get into cleaning if I am not dressed. Why…. don't ask me because I can't tell you. But to me this is a sexy look and feel that I enjoy.
One other reason that I think that I crossdress is. I like the way that a pair of lycra satin panties feel especially when they really fit. The tightness of a bodybriefer. That soft smooth feel of a pair of pantyhose or stockings against my legs. The feel of a short slip riding high up my thighs maybe even exposing the top of a pair of lace top stockings help up with garters. The really snug . . even tight fit of maybe a corset or waist cincher trying to hold in that spare tire around the waist.
These are just a few of the reasons that i would give for crossdressing. . . Why don't you tell me a few of yours.
Misty
Email MistyG215@gmail.com
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Vacation Time
Jo and I left on our vacation. We headed south in search of some warm weather and a place were Misty could be Misty for the entire time. At the last minute we decided that we couldn't go that close to family with out stopping by. So this was to be the only day not spent enfemme, and it was. We had been getting things ready to go. Misty was having a really hard time trying to decide what all she needed to carry. After all she was going to be dressed for the entire time with the exception of a few hours visiting family.
After arriving in
Upon reaching Ft
The next morning, we slept in as it was rather late when we finally went to sleep! ! ! ! ! After all it is our vacation. After waking up and lying in the bed for a while. We got up sit out on the balcony for a while admiring the view of the beach, the morning sun and the colors of the gulf. After showering and getting dressed in a short pleated skirt and a blouse we go for a late breakfast. Since it was so late in the day breakfast was hard to find so we ended up at Denny's where we had a nice breakfast and once again, no one made me as a crossdresser. We then went for a drive to see what was around, that we might want to do. We decided to go to Sandestin to the outlet mall. Went to several of the stores. Misty and jo find some really good bargains on some good looking shoes. Misty decides to buy four new pairs. Mostly day wear shoes. They look great, are comfortable, and better for walking than most of Misty's heels. On the way back in to the motel we decide to stop at T.G.Fridays for dinner. We ordered drinks and then placed our order for dinner. While waiting for dinner a guy sitting at the bar recognized that I was a guy. We heard him call the bartender over and ask, " What is that" motioning in my direction. The bar tender stated that it looked like two Ladies having dinner and left. A few minutes later I received a second drink, the waiter said it was on the house. The guy sitting at the bar never made a scene, Lucky me. But he was not the kind of person you would expect trouble from. He didn't strike me as a Red Neck which is what I always expected to have trouble with but more of a white collar type person.. What was really funny about the whole thing was that there was another crossdresser sitting next to him but he never turned around and saw her. We finished our dinner with no further incident and had a good time.
That night after dinner we went back to the motel rested for a while then got dressed and ready to go out for the night. We had heard of and found a night club on the internet that we wanted to check out. I called the Club and just so happened that they had a show on Monday Nights. So after we both got all dressed up and everything was right we went to the club. It was a nice club with a lot of Crossdressers there. Some of who was in the show. But there was also several that were not. The show was a good one. Both Jo and I had a good time and had several drinks but I think I had the most. I try not to get intoxicated but sometimes it does happen anyway and I think this was one of those nights. So after the show we went back to the room and spent the rest of the night having some really great fun.
The next morning we sort of slept in, But it was to be the day that we returned also. But I had to go to the beach one more time I wanted to wear my bikini one last time before we left. So I went for a walk and even got into the water a little. Then returned back to the room. Jo was already getting things ready for the trip back home. I changed into something appropriate for the trip home. The trip in was very pleasant and enjoyable.
This was the best vacation ever. If those of you that are crossdressers and have never had this opportunity I hope that someday soon you will. Being able to go everywhere and to to everything enfemme was the greatest experience of my life. I wish that everyone of you could experience it once. Getting up in the morning getting dressed enfemme going to breakfast, Going shopping, and yes even going to the beach. It was GREAT and I owe it all to the LOVE of my life Jo. Thanks baby for the greatest vacation ever.
Misty
Friday, July 31, 2009
My Favorite Poem
Shadow Dancer
I was there.
I was always there.
He didn't know me then,
and didn't realize who I was.
Just a shadow in his little boy dreams.
A spectral being in black lace,
come to caress his young, soft face.
He smiled in his sleep,unaware of the schemes,
that would end the joy that we had come to know.
Young and innocent,
he could not imagine how some
could hate me and my kind so.
I waited and abided my time,
for soon the awakening would be here.
He would gaze upon my face,
and would not be afraid to hold me in a friend's embrace.
We would stroll hand in hand,
kind and gentle,
through life's journeys together.
A friendship without end.
I would be free, and out of the shadows.
Alive and one, Finally able to play in the sun.
But in those dark days in the coming of age,
full of confusion, false starts and rage.
Alone and apart, we existed.
He loved and hated me at the same time,
what should have been ours,
he fought and resisted.
Heavy on him my urges did weigh.
Be gone, don't ever come back!
Those painful words I often did hear.
I would cry out to him, in anger and pain,
I can't, I can't, Don't you see?
We're brother and sister in the same place.
Look in the mirror, We have the same face.
No! No! He would shout and He would scream,
You're not real, You're nothing but a bad dream.
I am not a man, not just yet,
he said to me out loud with tears,
Streaming from our young eyes.
I'll tell you plain, and I'll tell you proud,
I'm going to be a man and lace just isn't allowed.
For years it went on like this,
him forever denying, and me always crying.
He was unable to lose me,
I was always there,
always at his side.
Insisting and pleading with him
forever offering my hand.
Begging him to accept me,
with all of my heart.
Learn about me from those of your kind.
We can exist together,
the way we were designed,
from here ever after,
this you cannot deny.
I am lonely and I am tired.
No longer defy me,
for it does us no good.
Here to stay,
I've always said.
Love me now,
pay no attention to what others may think.
Give me your heart,
and I'll give you mine.
Together the way it was meant.
We'll laugh and love,
and there'll be nothing left for you to resent.
And he finally, in this last year,
give up his fight and put a side the hate.
Willing to embrace My beautiful satin and black lace.
The healing has begun,
we are now whole.
Able to love myself,
as is my right.
One heart that beats strong,
no longer divided,
righting the wrong.
Finally able to face
what I should've always known.
I am Leah I am Leah. . . no longer alone. ______________________________________________________________________________ A poem written by Leah MacLean. I ran across this on the internet. It completely describes the feelings and what I have gone through for many years. But know I have faced it and will live as one together in happiness no matter what others may think. I am MistyG. . . no longer alone.