To dress as a woman

Wow.

I really don't even know what to say about this picture, except that he is absolutely stunning and this is what I love about crossdressing. Because he is absolutely beautiful and just as hairy and muscular as a man can be. And he can still wear a beautiful corset, garters and stockings. He can be delicate and feminine and manly and fuzzy and muscular and drop-dead gorgeous all at once. This is why I love crossdressing.


Not because women are more submissive, not because men believe women to be sluts and therefore dressing as a woman means dressing as a slut, but because sometimes they look gorgeous in clothing designated for women. Sometimes it's just lovely.

And sometimes they can be a dirty, filthy little girl in frilly panties, and that's okay.

Sometimes, I think people forget that as long as everyone's consenting, fetishes and kinks don't really hurt anyone. Maybe we should just let them be.

Apparently I did know what to say about this picture. Huh.

This epiphany has been awhile coming. I've been debating the misogyny of crossdressing with a few other female dominants and reading a lot about it. It's just like any kink, especially those that can be insulting. Race play, consensual nonconsent... so many of these things can be construed as racist, misogynistic, homophobic, whatever, but it's not meant to be seen from outside, in a way. What's important is what the people involved are getting out of it.

If you're involved and it squicks you, remove yourself. Call red. It's that simple.