Month: April 2014

Not coming out

It is just past midnight when I hear one of my housemates open her door. I quickly turn off the little lamp above my table and try to keep as still as possible, whilst frantically trying to remember whether or not I locked my door from the inside. When my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I can see that the handle is in its locked position. Phew.

When, a couple of minutes later, my housemate finally closes her door again, I wait another minute before turning the light back on. When I feel safe no one will notice that I’m still awake, I take my breast forms from the drawer beneath my bed and stuff them into the bra and dress I put on before I was interrupted by my housemate and her tiny blather.



Undesired urges

Being a student, I run into the same problem over and over again: there always seems to be some month left at the end of my money. To keep my expenses at bay, I decided to move into the cheapest student house I could find, whilst avoiding the houses that made me wonder whether or not the rent included a monthly tetanus-shot. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long at all to end up with the house I’m currently still living in: an incredibly small former dockworkers house, built in the early 1900’s, which I share with four other, female, students. 


How crossdressing did(n’t) change my day-to-day life

I’m going through my browser history, in search of an online store I visited yesterday when I was looking for cheap wigs. A first quick glance doesn’t result in me finding the site I was looking for, so I decide to go through the sites I visited one by one. It turns out the first few pages I visited after deleting my browser history were some youtube videos on making hip pads. After that, I spent over 2 hours watching videos on the awesome Australian V8 Supercars racing series, starting with the incredible last few laps of kiwi Scott McLaughlin during the second race of the 2014 season. A couple of hours later, I was once again looking for some hip pads tutorials. Funnily enough, my somewhat inconsistent browsing behaviour is indicative for my interests in day-to-day life.


Oversexualization of crossdressing

Why is it perfectly fine for a girl to wear her boyfriend’s baggy sweater, but does the idea of a guy wearing a tight-fitting dress shock a lot of people? This question seems to pop up a lot when talking about crossdressing and, in my opinion, is quite an interesting one. I don’t know the answer myself, but being a crossdresser and being a member of several online communities regarding crossdressing, I do have some possible explanations. 


About me

I am a 21-year-old Dutch guy, who’s studying in university. I can dream endlessly about traveling to faraway countries, but have somewhat limited possibilities of fulfilling this dream, as I’d probably have to sell a kidney to get the money together. I’m shy around people I haven’t met before, hate being the center of attention and prefer meeting friends to watch a game of football over partying until I can’t tell my arse from my elbow. I like doing sports and being outdoors in general and love taking hour-long walks. I prefer winter over summer, trains over airplanes and coffee over tea. I am shy but curious, insecure but honest and I’m a straight guy but like to wear women’s clothing.