What I stand for...

I've been trying to reconcile my ideas of cross-dressing, my purpose for this blog, and my faith. I haven't succeeded. I guess that's really the point of this blog in some ways, that it's either cross-dressing OR faith, not cross-dressing AND faith.

But I do think every man who has enjoyed wearing heels has some realisation of the importance in faith, faith in themselves, faith in an idea, or, most importantly, faith in God.


What about you, dear reader? What does faith mean to you?

Slipping... And Getting Back Up

If you've slipped up, like me, and given in to the cross-dressing urge, don't beat yourself up. There's hope yet. This morning I was reading Jeremiah 3, which turned out to be very appropriate.

2b You have defiled the land
with your prostitution and wickedness.
3 Therefore the showers have been withheld,
and no spring rains have fallen.
Yet you have the brazen look of a prostitute;
you refuse to blush with shame.
4 Have you not just called to me:
‘My Father, my friend from my youth,
5 will you always be angry?
Will your wrath continue forever?’
This is how you talk,
but you do all the evil you can.”

Of course, we're not necessarily talking about prostitution, I'm talking about cross-dressing generally, but we could argue something like...

Cross-Dressing Bloggers

Look at most cross-dressing blogs and you'll find pictures of the author. Get a blog, post pics of yourself as Tess or Tammy or whatever. That's how it goes. Now that seems pretty harmless right? But why do we as cross-dressers go to other cross-dresser's sites? For advice, yes, but also, we get a rise out of seeing other men in feminine clothing. Kind of how we might feel if we went to a prostitute, or watched a porn star...

I confess that I took pictures of myself in heels last night and wanted to post them here. Thank God that He cleared my head and I didn't post those photos. I really want my blog to encourage guys to man up, to keep to God's Word and the right path.

God's Plan

God, being all knowing and loving, has a plan:

12b “‘Return, faithless Israel,’ declares the Lord,
‘I will frown on you no longer,
for I am faithful,’ declares the Lord,
‘I will not be angry forever.
13 Only acknowledge your guilt—
  you have rebelled against the Lord your God, ...

Acknowledge your guilt! Tell God that you've gone off the path and ask him for his help. Recovery is just around the bend.

Keep your head up and keep fighting the good fight!

It Gets Better

When I was a young cross dresser and realizing that what I wanted to do wouldn't go down well with other people, I felt that I was trapped. I wanted to dress up. People were judgmental. There was nowhere to turn. I didn't know if things would get better or worse.

Now, some years on, I can see that things do get better. I'm married to a wonderful lady who never accepted my dressing and I've worked hard to be a better me without cross dressing as a crutch.

That doesn't mean I don't want to dress up. Heck, I even shave my legs from time to time and have two dresses hanging in my cupboard. But I don't wear those dresses. For me there's a comfort to having them around and a growing joy that I don't need to wear them. Also, I feel happy knowing that my taste for clothes has become less slutty and more "normal".

So things do get better. I know many trannies would say that accepting themselves as cross dressers has made them happy, but I'm not convinced. I don't think the world is an easy place for a normal person to navigate, much less someone dressed as the opposite sex. By giving up the frock and heels you become a better man. I think, especially if you can sympathize with other trannies without judging them. Cross dressing is tough! I still don't know why dressing as a girl appeals to me, but it does. Luckily I can choose what I want to do with it.