Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > HetFlexK > True Hetero-Flexible Tales |
|
back in drag Did I ever tell you that someone got offended once because I was calling myself a transvestite? This female content creator wrote to inform me that using the term wasn’t really cool anymore, which shows right away that she knows absolutely nothing about me, because if she did she’d know I don’t give a damn about what is or is not politically correct or socially acceptable. If I want to call myself a faggot I will, and nobody is going to guilt me out of it, or inform me of some fact or statistic that will make me change my mind. I also reserve the right to make remarks about Polish and Native American people since that is my heritage, and apparently it’s okay to disparage your own people, just not any other races, or genders, or whatever. I am a cross dresser, or a transvestite, but I am definitely not trans. I don’t have confusion about my gender identity nor do I have any issues with the body I am in. I’m just a dude who puts on feminine clothing from time to time in order to film adult content, and the fact that I get off on it is incidental. It takes no level of importance in my life, it simply exists to fill a quota, and that is all. I dress “professionally” would be another way to put it. Only for work.  The semantic argument still rages in my head; should I be considered a legit crossdresser if I only do it when I film? Does our occupation define us, or even just place us in certain categories? It’s not quite the dichotomy of say a vegetarian working at a butcher shop because it has the reputation for being the most humane place when going about the raising and slaughter of the animals, but it feels like that sometimes. I have never wanted to crossdress in my personal life, nor do I find it a particularly attractive “thing” that I do, but it undeniably arouses me when I do it. I’m not ashamed, but were I on the market for a female lover / companion / _______ I’d probably be less thrilled about it than normal. Sure it would be nice to meet a woman who liked that side of me, but not really, because it’s not a “side of me” it’s just something I do for work that I enjoy. That distinction is such a thin line in some people’s eyes that I think it would make me incompatible with almost all available females that might otherwise be a good match. Again, this is all supposition because I am not “on the market” - or rather I am on the market, just sitting on a dusty shelf in the back going bad.  I’m happy to see my body still looks good (to me anyways) in feminine attire. I brought out some clothing that’s been destined to become part of a Facebook marketplace post, so if I sell any of them I won’t have missed out on any opportunities. It still amazes me how many dresses, skirts, socks, panties, etc. I collected. Plans change, of course, but at this point I still want to take some of the clothing I have with me, to Southern Oregon, so I can continue to film that kind of content there. We’ll see how the next 6 / six months pan out, but meanwhile I am having a great time revisiting this erotic activity that has always brought me great confidence and pleasure. Not only do I look good, I feel good, and that’s reason enough to do it I suppose. The potential to make a buck is definitely a nice bonus, it just also happens to be the sole purpose. Were I never planning to film another crossdressing scene I would take no feminine garments with me to Southern Oregon, and I think that fact is what places me over the line and on the side of NOT being a cross dresser. I’d never cross dress again and I predict I’d rarely miss it, if ever. Yet I also believe the moment I did it again, my cock would be rock hard and ready for action. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t care about labels or this might drive me bonkers! |
||||
|
Looking good.
|
 |
 |
 |
| Become a member to comment on this blog | ||
 |
×
×