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Not Outside Yet?  That’s Okay

We all crave for further expressions of our feminine natures, something more than a few inconspicuous feminine items.  We want to take our femboy selves outside, maybe at night in something deliciously feminine.  Then, into daytime with the sun shining down on our cuteness.  Maybe into public places or around friends, dressed unmistakably as a woman would.  We want a greater sense of who we are and a better sense of acceptance by the people with whom we would share a fuller vision of ourselves. 

I think many of us would like to be as girly as we could possibly be outside the comfort of our homes. Maybe I speak for myself and not everyone, but I think I can say this all for at least a good portion of we passionate seekers of femininity.

There’s no doubt that so many of us girly boys are on varying levels of outward expression (wow! i use that word a lot).  Even the ways we try to express ourselves are so very different.  Then, there are also our levels of comfort for when, how, and where we express our femininity.  For some girly boys–and this can include myself in some ways–going outside in a girly fashion is outside the comfort zone.  It’s too bad that some people claim that as being cowardly.

It made my heart happy the other day when I saw a meme on “National Coming Out Day.”  It read something to the effect of “Not ready to come out?  That’s OK.” 

I want you to know that it’s perfectly fine for you to experience your femininity in the comfort of your home.  Never feel like you are less than worthy by staying private.  If the timing is ever right, or when the timing is right, you can make that bold step then–and it might even be in heels!  Who knows?!

My favorite part of you is that you share in our mutual love and admiration for girliness.  No matter where you are on the spectrum of public expression, you inspire me–and I hope I do you too..  If this means letting yourself go all girl inside your home, private, alone, and in secret, then go for it and don’t be ashamed.  This girly journey needs to be a comfort trip, not a stress-laden one. 

Much love to you all,

I have been locking my husband in chastity since the late 1990s, and we always fantasized about making it permanent. After twenty years, we made our fantasy into a reality: In the beginning of 2018, I locked him into a stainless steel chastity cage, and he has been denied ever since.

Before we began this journey, if you told me that I'd learn to not only enjoy, but even prefer to have my husband make love to me with a strapon faux cock while he stayed continuously locked up, I would have laughed. But Tom has not only allowed, but has encouraged me to become very selfish, and now I love that his only pleasure comes from keeping me happy and satisfied.