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What Lies Beneath Astonishingly it's been 15 months since Inésita surfaced. Yet as I get dressed every morning and open her wardrobe door, there are twinges of regret that I am not her more often. With a sigh of resignation, I content myself with lace or string undies made for men. I still love my kink, just I don't have much time for cross-dressing nowadays. What could possibly consign Inésita to the wardrobe? The short answer is she's been busy doing other things, chief among these, writing a book about her grandmother’s world. A world which provided the inspiration for this website, not to mention served as the source for its template and design. The book is nearing the halfway point and a little more detail can be found here. Inésita also spent the last weeks porting her website to a new server and last year married a wonderful female who goes a long way to satiating her need for those feminine things she adores; lace, high heels, great perfume and French nails. Not surprisingly, there's less time and less urge for my alter-ego to come out and play. That’s not to say I don’t miss her. The creative drive is never far away and sight of a fetching piece of clothing or a vertiginous pair of heels in a store window still has me in a quandary, torn between ‘buy now’ and ‘there’s no space left in the wardrobe.’ As many transgender people have said, being a cross-dresser is like being on a train whose destination is the opposite sex. Sometimes it hurtles, sometimes it plods. Sometimes you are on it, and sometimes you get off. I guess for now I'm taking in the sights beyond the stations. But as my wife pointed out to me recently, before I met her I was most certainly on the way to Venus. That said, if my train has stopped, the question we are wondering is, for how long? (May 2013) |
