What I struggle with… Normal - what’s normal. Some of the behaviour and things I see on here, are just not normal. I know “normal” just isn’t a fair context, but come on… there are levels from ok to really really not ok. Fetish - I’m ok if you have a fetish, just not sure we all need to see it on a public feed. I think people sometimes post for shock and maybe even negative reactions. If you see a post get 20 plus likes and you have none. I would safely assume it’s the context of the post that should probably be private. Kinks- again. We all “like” “fantasise” about certain things but dm someone you think or appears to be into similar things. Or get to know people to find out. AI - honestly don’t get me started. If it’s AI label the picture AI. And if you don’t then what’s the point of showing me a picture I can create on the internet in 5 seconds. It’s pointless. I like video game characters more than I do those pictures. Now if you want to share how you “could” look if done right then fair enough. But be honest. In other words your not fooling anyone. And if you are then it’s nothing to be proud of. Site Attraction - I think more people would descend on this site if the public wall/feed looked more inclusive. Instead it’s becoming a fetish/kink site and it’s gone beyond tasteful. I’m ok with lingerie (I have a few of those) but put some elegance, photographic flare to it. I’m aware I can offend and most likely have but it’s freedom of speech and there’s not enough honest discussion on it. Can we honestly say when we scroll the feed anything more than 10% is of interesting and inviting content. Age range - For me I get sad I can’t see my 40 something comparable/relatable people. I get jealous there’s so many other generations on here that get to relate to each other. I want more people 30 - 40 to come on here. Come talk to me. We grew up in the same era. Saw the same shows/movies/music. I want to connect. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy others to talk to of a different age group. I genuinely do. You know who you are. It’s just your experiences most likely differ to certain extents. Hope whoever reads this feels they can come have a chat with me. 🙂

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I have been away from social media for a while, and many things have happened, many doubts and many feelings. In the deepest recesses of my being, something was beginning to stir. I am truly someone seeking to discover myself, to understand myself. The love I feel for my wife is genuine and deep; she is my partner, my confidant. However, the weight of these new discoveries is becoming unbearable. Life as I knew it is suffocating. I often revisit moments in my life in search of clues, of signs that justify these new desires.

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Joanne was a mature crossdresser who loved exploring her sexuality in unconventional ways. Her latest obsession was CBT and pegging, but one thing she had yet to experience was sharing this pleasure with a dominant woman. Every night, Joanne would hang weights from her testicles, feeling a rush of excitement and pleasure as she did so. The pain mixed with pleasure was intoxicating, but she couldn't help but dream of finding a woman who could understand and enjoy this with her. One day, Joanne's dream became a reality when she met a woman at a fetish club who shared her same interests. They spent the night exploring their desires and pushing each other to new limits, both physically and emotionally. As the weights hung from Joanne's testicles, she looked up at her dominant partner with a sense of fulfillment and belonging. She had finally found someone who understood her and accepted her for who she was. From that moment on, Joanne and her partner became inseparable, indulging in their shared passion for CBT and pegging. They were two halves of a whole, finding pleasure and fulfillment in each other's company. Joanne's dream had come true, and she couldn't be happier. She had found a partner who not only shared her kinks but also saw her for who she truly was, a beautiful and confident crossdresser who was unafraid to explore her deepest desires. Together, they would continue to push the boundaries of pleasure and discover new levels of ecstasy.

Joanne had always known that she was different. Growing up, she had always been drawn to girly things - frilly dresses, sparkly jewelry, and colorful makeup. But she never felt like she fit in with the other girls. It wasn't until she stumbled upon her mother's old skirts and blouses that she realized why. Joanne was a crossdresser. As she got older, Joanne found herself more and more drawn to wearing women's clothing. But she didn't just stop at skirts and blouses. Oh no, Joanne liked to push the boundaries. She loved to wear her skirts far too short, revealing her stocking tops and lacy panties. It made her feel sexy and confident, even though she knew it wasn't exactly socially acceptable. One day, while out running errands, Joanne's confidence caught the eye of a passing woman. As she walked past Joanne, she couldn't resist giving her a playful pinch on the bottom. Joanne was taken aback, but instead of getting angry, she turned around and asked the woman if she wanted to pinch more than just her bottom. The woman, intrigued by Joanne's boldness, asked her to explain. Without hesitation, Joanne pulled her panties aside, revealing her true identity as a crossdresser. The woman's eyes widened in surprise, but instead of being repulsed, she was fascinated. She asked Joanne if she would be willing to go home with her, to show her more of her true self. Joanne, feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement, agreed. As she followed the woman to her car, she couldn't help but feel both nervous and exhilarated. What would this woman think of her? Would she accept her for who she truly was? As they arrived at the woman's home, Joanne's heart was racing. But as she stepped inside, she was met with nothing but acceptance and admiration. The woman was thrilled to see Joanne's closet full of beautiful dresses, and even more excited to help her choose the perfect outfit for their night out. From that day on, Joanne and the woman became inseparable. Joanne no longer felt like an outcast, but instead, she had found someone who loved and accepted her for exactly who she was - a crossdresser who wasn't afraid to show her true colors.

It must be unbearably difficult to walk and be shackled in such shoes. I wouldn't like to fall into such a trap one day... 😭