I don’t dress my age, but then again I don’t dress my real gender either, so observations about mutton dressed as lamb are somewhat irrelevant anyway. Still I think the overall effect is more than acceptable if not totally convincing, especially in the distant glow of a night light when there is a new moon in the sky.
I’ve been dressing all my life, mostly as a man because I am one, but vast swathes of time and large oceans of money have been spent dressing as a woman. Being a true transvestite then I have my own saga of guilt and purging and fallow periods of dormancy between bouts of excessive tarting about and self-abuse.
Indeed I think I’ve abused myself sufficiently over the years and it would be nice to let someone else have a go, especially people that would like me to reciprocate. This is not my first visitation to a tranny site. It’s not my second coming either. God knows I’ve cum buckets looking at different sites. However the profile is new. All the old pictures were expunged along with the wardrobe, and so money I could ill-afford was invested in clothes I can ill-wear, and the result are here for all to see.
If you like what you see, and more to the point if you can see beyond the superficiality of my glib writing then hopefully you will see someone who has voyaged across the trials and tribulations of life with humour and resolve and survived to tell the tale. I have the scars, and I have the birth certificate to prove it.
I don’t like hairy legs, I don’t like wardrobes that have just one pair of unwashed knickers in them. I now need someone who has spent time and effort but isn’t sexually prolific. I want to play at being a woman. I don’t want to play at Russian roulette. If your bed is on the verge of collapse because there are so many notches in it then please give me a wide berth. If you like the idea of sharing an evening of wit and repartee while downing several glasses of Prosecco, then give me a wave or a flash of your panties and we might be on to something.
And yes of course the Holy Grail would be to find a real woman who might embrace the notion of getting to know me. Then again I’ve not had much luck with the lottery either, but who knows. Apologies if it sounds a bit conceited but I do seek cerebral foreplay. Neanderthals in nighties have the same effect as dunking my nether regions in the North sea on a cold winter day.
One final gripe. Thongs ! What on earth are they all about? They seldom look good on women in my humble opinion, let alone the sight of someone trying to stuff their meat and two veg into a whisp of material such that it looks like an overfilled samosa ! Come along girls… Dulce et decorum est !
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age | 65 | |
| Location | UK, England: Avon, Bristol | |
| 🌈 Sexuality | Bicurious | |
| 🌎 Ethnicity | White / Caucasian | |
| 🍷 Drink | Socially | |
| 💊 Drugs | No | |
| 📏 Height | 5ft 10in (178 cm) | |
| ⌛ Body Type | Average | |
| 👱 Hair Colour | Gray | |
| 🦵 Body hair | Shaved | |
