tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post6685707442952867314..comments2024-03-28T23:10:11.954-04:00Comments on Femulate: My StartStanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10259788604423472207noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-24738951131289433732023-10-25T16:02:09.206-04:002023-10-25T16:02:09.206-04:00Marilyn;i was drawn to my mothers skirts half slip...Marilyn;i was drawn to my mothers skirts half slips dresses etc...she knew i loved it...so she placed her old clothes beneith my room <br />She supported my crossdressing in a silence subtile way...she often made me wear her skirts&dresses...we were both comfertable&happy with it<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-47067271466149710472020-05-13T17:34:28.666-04:002020-05-13T17:34:28.666-04:00Dear Stana,
I first became aware of transgender ...Dear Stana,<br /> <br />I first became aware of transgender people and crossdressing in a feature article in either LOOK or LIFE magazine in the early 1950’s. I was between 8 and 10 years old when I saw the article, which contained a number of photos of Christine Jorgensen (the first well-known USA male-to-female transsexual) as a woman and one when she was in the military as a man. I adored the photo of her on an airport tarmac “dressed to the 9’s” in high heels, a gorgeous cocktail dress with widely flaring skirt worn over multiple petticoats, fur stole, dainty hat, lovely jewelry, and made up beautifully ... lipstick, blush, eye liner, mascara, etc. The photo thrilled and aroused me in ways that had never happened before. I wished I could be dressed and made-up as she was, and that may have been the first time I ever had those thoughts. <br /> <br />Soon after reading (and keeping) that article, I tried on a pair of my mother’s nylon tricot panties out of curiosity and became extremely aroused. That led to subsequent times dressing in her bra, panties, full slip, and a couple of her more feminine and dressy dresses, and her high heel pumps. As you can guess, I absolutely ADORED it ... and I still adore dressing completely as a woman all these years later at age 75.<br /> <br />Love, <br /> <br />Sheila.<br /> Sheila from Tampahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09230335934380274993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-37805887377705831712020-05-13T15:21:26.124-04:002020-05-13T15:21:26.124-04:00I remember the 82 Club Ads, you weren't the on...I remember the 82 Club Ads, you weren't the only one looking at them longingly.<br /><br />One thing about spotting a non civilian, is the smile sometimes you just see the inner Joy. (pun intended)<br />Paula_56https://www.blogger.com/profile/09762340959679940655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-70075432348136239152020-05-13T13:03:39.951-04:002020-05-13T13:03:39.951-04:00Thank you, Tina. CK dresses are my fave - they alw...Thank you, Tina. CK dresses are my fave - they always are just right on me.Stanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10259788604423472207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-61740147989688769092020-05-13T12:30:06.796-04:002020-05-13T12:30:06.796-04:00Stana, I love that dress on you, I have a few CK d...Stana, I love that dress on you, I have a few CK dresses myself and they fit just as perfectly as this one. And the collage of girls above shows just how many of us are NOT civilians!Tina Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04075720544081123274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-41958604897169563582020-05-13T12:24:37.684-04:002020-05-13T12:24:37.684-04:00My dressing was much more undercover at home but I...My dressing was much more undercover at home but I learned about a club called Johnnie's in DC that had Drag shows. Eventually I found my way there in the early 1960's while I was in college. Then I found a newsstand that had magazines that had TG/CD content and found out about places like the 82 Club. I already knew about and had seen The Jewel Box revue.<br /><br />When I went to work for SBC I had the opportunity to run long computer program jobs in NYC on weekends -- I did this for about 6 months. The jobs took 24-36 hours and I didn't need to be present all the time. With the "guidance" of a friend in the NYC data center I found my way to many interesting places, including the 82 Club. <br /><br />It was one thing to be mesmerized by the ladies of The Jewel Box revue on stage in a theater and quite another to see them in the much more intimate 82 Club where they were just a few feet away and where I could actually meet and talk with them. "Mesmerized" doesn't even come close! Did you ever find your way to the club, Stana?MikkiBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17776593599337986303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-4023796416389332132020-05-13T12:04:13.569-04:002020-05-13T12:04:13.569-04:00"Drawn" in this case, is the most approp..."Drawn" in this case, is the most appropriate word for what one feels regarding 'that force', that message, which tells your internal self: "This is ME". "I want to be a part of this".<br />During this massive down time we are all experiencing, I found a copy of the movie "Trans America" at the Dollar Tree. One scene in that movie, (I wont disclose which.) again drew me as a silent, unspoken force....<br />VelmaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-73305564814617088922020-05-13T08:59:01.041-04:002020-05-13T08:59:01.041-04:00I have read many a report of the "how I got s...I have read many a report of the "how I got started" variety, and they all get me to thinking. I cannot remember my first time, or what triggered it, or how old I was when I first dressed. Does this make me insincere? Or just old? (giggle) All I can recall is wanting to look pretty for most of my 61 years. I can recall incidents along the way - the time my older brother caught me in Mom's gown, the time my Mother almost caught me in her lingerie, the first time I openly dressed in front of anyone - but as to how it all started --- nothing. I really wish I could.Julie M Shawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11335088569492502222noreply@blogger.com