I really dig this crazy life of mine. I like this site because it connects so many like-minded souls from around the globe. Isn't it amazing and kind of cool that a boy in a dress can stop traffic? Love yourself first. Only then can you build the capacity to love others. Really. That's the way it works! Kinda like when the flight attendant tells passengers that in the event of a loss in cabin pressure, they're to put on their own oxygen masks first before helping others. Just a thought. I do actually have some pretty good ones every now and then! Lastly, a favorite quote that seems quite fitting for me and many of those who I've met here at URNA: "For what it's worth: it's never too late, or too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again." Benjamin Button

Don't talk to me if you are going to tell me that you are not talking to me for no reason I am tried of people blocking me and using me for what they want I deserve a chance also

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Looking to meet new people and make friends. Addicted to lingerie, short dresses, and leggings. Loves good conversations. Hates cyber. Empty profile = No response.

Weekend Lori is a CD with a walk-in closet full of sexy clothes. My mother fostered my cross dressing in early childhood and throughout my formative years. Numerous closet purges over the years followed by the inevitable re-purchases have finally lead to my measured acceptance of this sweet obsession. Now I periodically embrace feminine facades and desires without fail as a precursor to solo sexual release and its curative power to suspend these sissy urges and promote the immediate restoration of my otherwise full time conventional and self-assured male persona . . . until those half-cursed frilly compulsions return, as they seemingly do most weekends! I'm a straight single male with a restrained measure of bi-curiosity that I now have to keep buried deep. I got married (first time) in 2018. There is no fear of being exposed as I provided full disclosure prior to the wedding. The relentless journey of having difficult conversations has been a constant in my life. Haunted by shame, guilt, rejection and ridicule has stopped with her. But I still choose not to share this with my wife. I can't risk losing that adoring look she gives me. This has curtailed my dreams of venturing beyond the full-length mirror and sharing this sweet obsession with a special person that would not simply tolerate my inner femininity but periodically embrace it as a sweet diversion from my typical dominant male lifestyle. Luckily there are no consequences to fantasy. Men - thanks for the compliments - but I realize they are hollow and self serving (I share your same horny chromosomes). Know that I have no interest in chatting with admirers.