Okay, so I understand why people hate transgender and transsexual folks.  For starters people fear what they don’t understand.  Most people can almost understand a crossdresser, especially if it’s funny.  There’s really not much there to “fear”.  But take it any further than that, involve physiological / psychological problems, and any medical steps to correct them, and now you have people kind of freaking out.  Men don’t look like hot women with big knockers.  Women don’t have dicks.  It gets confusing for people.  And then tell them you’ve had your anatomy chopped up and turned into something else and they’re really creeped out.

So I totally get the trans haters.  It’s unfortunately just part of being who we are, that people won’t understand us, and may even say or do nasty things to us.  It’s why we spend so much time hiding in that closet.

But what I don’t get, what really baffles my mind, are the tranny lovers.  The zealous fetish-seeking horn dogs that cream themselves over chicks with dicks.

I don’t get it.

I just don’t.

Is it some latent unexpressed homosexual tendency, repressed for years?  Is it some deep seeded need for the unobtainable unicorn?  Is it just some desire for something really darn kinky?

I just don’t get it.

Anyone care to explain?

So why do I wear women’s clothing? Because I want to feel pretty, duh! It’s funny.  A lot of people view crossdressing as a fetish.  Like men get off running around in drag.  And maybe, for some, it is, and they do. For me though, it’s just more about looking on the outside how I feel on the inside.  It’s a level of comfort.  Let me explain. I have a couple of business suits.  (Yes, normal mens’ business suits.)  They’re reasonably stylish because I like to be.  But as good as I might look in them, they’re still stuffy and uncomfortable to me.  Not that the suits are badly tailored.  In fact because of my unique sizing, I always have to get my professional clothing tailored.  The problem with wearing the suits is just that they’re simply not … me. So after a day of wearing a suit, it’s nice to relax and get out of it and into something more comfortable. Some people wear jammies. I wear women’s clothes.  Because, inside, I am a woman.  Or at least part of me is.  All day long in any professional environment I have to pretend to be otherwise.  But when I’m safe at home, I can just be myself.  And that means letting out the woman in me. It has nothing to do with hot kinky lovin’.  Or with creepy masturbation techniques.  Or anything like that.  It’s not sexual in any way.  It’s just myself being free to be me. Oh, sure, there are plenty of times when I’m horny while in drag.  There are also plenty of times that I’m horny when I’m dressed as a man.  Just because it can be fun to add new sensory pleasures like satin and nylon doesn’t mean I dress in drag to get off.  In fact, most times I don’t. And other times I do not as a kink, but because it’s, well, what it should be. Imagine for a moment that you lost your left arm in the war.  You used to wear a watch on that arm.  You’d look at it all of the time to tell the time.  You’d use the arm regularly.  It was a part of you.  But now it’s not.  You still look down at where it used to be, expecting your watch to still be there.  Sometimes you can even feel your arm is still there, a phantom limb.  That’s legitimite human experience. Now, imagine that you’re a woman.  Only you wake up to find that you have a penis instead of a vagina.  And that you’re covered in tons of manly body hair. Same thing. Sometimes it’s downright creepy. Wearing women’s clothing, it’s a balm.  It’s a way of coping.  It helps me feel right. There are plenty of days where I don’t.  In fact only recently did I feel secure enough in a relationship to even dare start.  But gods it feels so right.  It’s such a relief.  It’s like just taking a load off after a hard day of work.  It’s nice to be me.  It’s a comfort thing. So, yeah, sometimes I dress up in crazy ways.  It’s like making up for all of the frustration that’s pent up inside.  But sometimes, it’s just about comfort and simplicity.  It’s like just getting into a hot bubble bath and taking a good soak. Some people might think drag is always just some fetish kink.  But it’s not.  There’s also comfort drag.

Sometimes drag is just for comfort.