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Hi, though crossdressing is on of my more minor kinks, I thought
that since I've adopted a girl name I might may an account for use when I visit the forced fem or other cross dressing rooms.
I'll write more later.
It's later :-) Cut and pasted from my other profiles:
About me
This has needed updating for a while now. Its going to be a
bit weird.
First, a little history:
I'm a bisexual submissive fellow some what active
in the local area. I like to think that I'm well thought
of in the area.
I was bent and twisted from a young age, I had a memory
bubble to the surface a few years ago, not a traumatic one
though, quite the contrary. I believe my kinkiness, if not
innate, can be traced to the age of two. At any rate by six
I was having pleasant dreams of being abducted by groups of
nurses who perpetrated various exciting if ill defined
actions on me.
In those pre net days, like many of you I spent years
thinking I was the only one like myself, engaging in a
variety of solitary perversions, before discovering the
wonderful world of pornography which clearly showed there
were others like me out there.
Things went along in this fashion for a long time, when in 1997
I could't stand it any more and hired a professional Dominatrix
named Mistress Halley. The resulting session was so horrific that
I only saw her five six times that summer. The horrific is my little
joke, I had lovely times and she was a wonderful person.
The following summer I saw a lady named Mistress Dawn (not our
Miss Tress) and her husband with whom I had my first bisexual experience.
Again the experiences were tremendously positive. (Even though I had to
pay him too!)
I let things lie till 2003 when, just out of an abusive relationship,
I met the late and much missed Master Randy, his wife Lady L, and through
them my wonderful and beloved Mistress Kay.
The nine years since then have had pleasure, pain, play, hurt, laughter,
tears, heartache, joy and growth. I love these people and many others I've
come to know. I miss Master Randy every day, though I no longer feel a
fist gripping my heart when I do. I like to imagine him looking on with a
smile and exclaiming 'greeneyes, are you FLIRTING with that woman?'. He
and Lady L and Mistress Kay have helped me get past my paralyzing shyness.
Maybe later I'll expand on the various sick twisted and fun things I like,
as well as what I can't accept at the current time, but play is frosting
on the cake. What you really need to know about me is this:
I enjoy doing things for those I serve that are actually useful for them in
some way. I'm very happy sweeping floors or picking up yards or running errands.
I'm told I give a nice foot/shoulder/back rub, and I truly love doing so.
Various other services are lovely as well.
If I give you my word I keep it.
I try to be honest and have integrity. Sometimes I fall down.
If I tell you I'm going to be at point A at time T, if I am not there
and you haven't heard about it ahead of time, I'm in the hospital.
I'm smarter than the average bear.
I have a good if very odd sense of humor.
I like putting people at ease and making them smile.
I try not to hurt others.
I'm gainfully employed, I won't be asking you for lunch money.
I'm loyal. When you are my friend, you are my friend.
If you need to vent at someone and have it go no further, I'll be happy to listen.
This isn't much, but it's enough.
The downside:
Due to the way my mind has been trained (not D/s) over the last forty years
or so I tend to be very literal minded. Some everyday subtleties go right over
my head. Also role play does not compute.
I have some physical issues the worst of which is my eyesight. Me driving on
the high way is a near certain disaster.
I have very sensitive feelings. In the past I've been good at concealing them.
As I told a friend, in the last couple of years I've been to hell and back, several times. As a result the dam is bursting and I sometimes get a little moody or have
emotional reactions to things that are puzzling. I interpret this as growth and am
not disturbed. I hope.
The only thing I inherited from my father was his temper. Very few people have ever
seen me angry and its not a pretty sight. Since this getting a little dark, I'll quote
a TV program and say you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
I don't even like me when I'm angry.
So anyway, there I am, messy complicated human being and all. Maybe I'll see you around, tell you a joke and give you a hug.
Oh, and the name refers to a pornographic actress from the 1980s. She seemed like a really nice person, who also happened to be a total slut :-)
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