Draft Bio

Hi, I’m Gabby — and sometimes, I’m Maria (that's my wife's name for what she sees but cant explain).
Cross-dressing has been part of my life for years, but always in tension: part joy, part shame, part secret. I’ve deleted and restarted more times than I can count. Every time I tried to bury it, Gabby came back louder — the trickster, the jester, the side of me that refuses to disappear.

I’m here because I don’t want to erase her anymore. I want to find healthier ways of giving this side of me space without sliding into performance or getting lost in porn loops. Clothes are my doorway — I love the feel of fabric, heels, make-up, the way an outfit changes how I carry myself. But behind the clothes is a bigger question: how to live authentically, how to connect, how to tend the parts of us that don’t fit empire’s mould.

Challenges? Plenty. My wife knows a little and has her own boundaries to protect herself and our marriage. Intimacy is complicated. Sometimes the desire feels nourishing, other times it turns furious and messy. What I’m learning is that secrecy makes it worse; connection makes it human.

So this is me, showing up in human form. If you’re here for support, for clothes, for honest conversation, I’d love to meet you. If you’ve struggled with balance, I’d love to hear how you found yours.