Short version: I love wearing skirts, tights, hold-ups, girdles, suspender belts etc! I do not want to be a woman. I do not pretend to be one. I do not masquerade as a one. I just love the clothes they get to wear! And I know that I look at least as good in them as does your average woman. I have a name: it is the one my parents gave me. It is a boy's name. I like it, and it is what I go by. Adopting different personae & multiple names, a voice that tries to mimic a woman's - all that is definitely not for me. I like comments under my photos here, but I do not accept being DM'd as if I were a woman. And I am categorically not here to meet.

Longer version: A man should be able to wear what he likes. If a woman can wear it, then so can I. Period. I have no desire to be a woman, to resemble a woman, or to be mistaken for a woman. It is unfair - outrageous, in fact - that in this respect, it is men who are constrained by the norms of society, in terms of what they can wear. I have loved the sensation of nylon on my (shaved) legs since I was about 13. Since adolescence and right throughout my adult life I've always worn (my own) tights, stockings, suspender-belts, girdles etc. This has been, and mostly still is, discrete. I have been "closet". Is mine a "fetish"? Possibly, yes, but I don't know and I don't really care, any more. I make no attempt to pass as a woman, because I do not want to be one. I just want to be able to choose the clothes that I wear without even thinking about how other people are going to react, or about who "normally" wears the types of garment I like. In Jan 2025 I finally started wearing tights and skirts around town: just sometimes, when I felt like it. In my own small town, that tends to be when it is quiet or pouring with rain, or around dusk. In the big city, I don't care when. People seem less interested, which is how I want it. On 26 July 2025 a woman passer-by in Liverpool told me I looked "absolutely amazing". I was in black from head to toe: 10 cm heel-booties, tight cotton leggings, a tiny black leather mini-skirt and a super-sexy cape. How nice! To the others I say: keep your marrow-mindedness. (In fact, very few say anything, at least not to my face). Other people and their attitudes will impede me no longer, because life is short! At time of writing (Aug 2025) I have progressed to going out wearing not a stitch of "male" clothes; oh, and with my nails done!