Crossdressing with Creepiness

Having been a bisexual crossdresser for the past 30 years it came as a surprise to me to discover that there are crossdressers who claim to get no sexual stimulation from the practise at all. I'm not sure that I altogether believe them but I got hold of an old 'Good Weekend' magazine recently and it featured interviews with frumpy old maidens who looked like something out of an Agatha Christie novel.

"Crossdressing with dignity" they call it. More like Crossdressing with Old Mother Hubbard. These boring old frumps are the ones who criticise me the most. They claim that I give crossdressing a bad name. Well, each to their own I say.

Everyone reading that article in 'Good Weekend' would feel little but embarrassment for the sadsack men and nothing but sympathy for their longsuffering wives. They make crossdressing sound like a miserable compulsion, a mental illness, something they need to be cured of.

For me it's an exciting, exhillarating pasttime, a thing of joy and vivacity-y-y-y-y!

For me there's nothing sexier than prancing around in a lacy bra and frilly knickers and hopefully with a big fat cock in my mouth!

Being a bisexual and kinky crossdresser is the best of all worlds as far as I'm concerned.

So don't knock me and I won't rock your rocking chair.