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veronicabeta : (30 March 2015 - 05:37 PM) Hi sigurdoug ! :)
sigurdoug : (30 March 2015 - 04:44 PM) Hello to everyone :wub:
veronicabeta : (30 March 2015 - 04:16 PM) !;)
EmmaSweet : (30 March 2015 - 03:56 PM) You're making me hungry Veronica!
veronicabeta : (30 March 2015 - 03:50 PM) Making tea. Pork barbeque medallion sandwiches, Potato rolls. Fries. Slaw. KNOSH! :) It's the little things ! :)
veronicabeta : (30 March 2015 - 02:26 PM) About 5:10 AM.
veronicabeta : (30 March 2015 - 02:22 PM) So cool Saw the ISS This morning over Front Range Denver Colorado
middgirl : (30 March 2015 - 01:28 PM) who looking for support n help with this I wear womans clothes out in town
middgirl : (30 March 2015 - 01:26 PM) hello iam new here iam a 46 yearold maleto female crossdresser who strat to crossdress when I was about 11  did behind clos doors until a few ago I have one close felmale friend that support my crossdressing n givesme adivce
veronicabeta : (30 March 2015 - 01:30 AM) Off to the market and perhaps, see some old friends in the Southern Sky ! :)
veronicabeta : (29 March 2015 - 10:32 PM) http://archaeoastron...countdowns.html
veronicabeta : (29 March 2015 - 10:31 PM) Brothers & Sisters, Beltaine is just 36 hours, 13 hrs, 13 Mins away. We are Thrice Blessed
EmmaSweet : (29 March 2015 - 04:19 PM) TJ: I'm so sorry to hear about your episode with your father. Perhaps he thought bringing the ham was a peace offering of sorts but also an excuse to come see how you're doing. Easy for me to say but maybe it's time to set some boundaries with him. His feelings are okay but not his behavior.
ViBetaSCOT : (29 March 2015 - 11:08 AM) Hi Sara you are so sweet and kind!!!!!!!!!!!Lots of Bright Blessings to youand youre
TJDavies : (29 March 2015 - 10:28 AM) For the most part, my relationship is pretty terrible with him. Usually after 15 minutes I'm back inside crying my eyes out or having an anxiety attack. He just randomly brings me food.
TJDavies : (29 March 2015 - 10:27 AM) Ehhhhhh not as much of a peace offering because he still yelled at me for being a part of LGBT* organizations openly. It was probably because on Palm sunday our extended family goes to his house for dinner (as well as on easter) and he had some extra stuff.
veronicabeta : (29 March 2015 - 07:38 AM) Hello Charl, Hello Sweet, Hello Karen
veronicabeta : (29 March 2015 - 07:22 AM) Seems these days, the only times I can recall clearly is the ones that meant something to both of us.
veronicabeta : (29 March 2015 - 07:21 AM) TJDavies, if you were my kid? It would be Spaghetti. Your dad's a person too. Don't miss a second you can spend with him. I am so glad, I spent so much "trivial" time with mine, now that he's been gone all these years, it SO makes a difference in my life.
Lori : (28 March 2015 - 09:34 PM) That's what I was thinking. Maybe your dad is making an effort to reach out and maybe even to understand. Best of luck to you and your dad.





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Beginnings

Posted by AuroraDream , 13 May 2012 · 239 views

I'm not sure if I would call me lucky for knowing I was "different" from a very early age.
I started at the age of three. It happened one Spring morning in 1967 at the VOA daycare center my Mom would leave me at. Most of the other kids had gone outside to play in the early spring sunshine.  I had stayed inside with this one girl, and we decided to play house.
In a moment of inspration she decided I should play the Mommy, and so I looked around and there was a life-sized doll in a pretty white taffeta dress with a petticoat and red lace trim.
I quickly undressed the doll and pulled the dress over my clothes. As I lowered the dress and smoothed out my skirts, I suddenly felt a warmth in my loins and an excitement I had never felt before!
I suddenly felt "right"
I felt complete and whole.
I felt like a great wrong had been corrected.
I felt a great tug on my right arm and I was yanked up to my feet by one of the voluteers.
I was instantly made to take the dress off, I was admonsished, smaked on my behind and made to stand in a corner.
I was left crying and confused, not knowing what I did was wrong (in their eyes).

  The second time I knew I was "different" came about when I was 6, I used to play a game with my mother in the morning called "What are you today?"
Every morning she would wake me and ask me "What are you today" I usually picked animals and my Mom would play along as she dressed me for the day.
One morning she asked me "What are you today?"
I groggily replied "A Girl!" Nonplussed, my dear Mother played along, thinking it was harmless fun.
She pretended to brush my pretty hair and pick out my pretty panties and the frilly dress I would wear that day.
My mind reeled with happiness and joy! Once again, I felt "right". But it would be very short lived. As soon as it begun the fantasy was over. And so began a long and very heavy sadness and frustration for such a young child.
I couldn't even beging to describe my feelings to my parents (especially my Dad as you shall find out later dear readers).
A little background here, my father was missing for the first  two years of my life after he robbed the safe at his job shortly after being promoted and ran off with another woman.
Why my mother took him back I will never understand.....
Well thats it for now, stay tuned as my life gets pretty messed up from this point.




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