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They always come for the wild ones
They always come for the freaks
I don't fit quite like they like it and now they've come for me
They always wanna change me
They wanna make me weak
I don't keep quiet like they like it and now they've come for me
An easy target, an easy mark
But how you think I got this far?
I'll turn to face you
Then I'll erase you
Before I do
I'll take this moment like I own it
Ain't seen the last of me
'Cause I will be the last one standing
Walk through the fire, it takes me higher
Ain't seen the last of me
'Cause I will be the last one standing
I won’t let you kill me
Not like you could
They say you only die one time and Imma make mine good
You think you got me cornered
But here's what you don’t know
You didn’t get the best of me
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Be you.
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Guest model: Anonymous
Originally featured on the April 2021 cover of Attention SL Magazine.
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∎ Created with Midjourney, further edited with Topaz Photo AI
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Surely the refugees are our fellow humans, are we going to be afraid of those who have nothing?
It would be easy to become a victim of our circumstances and continue feeling sad, scared or angry; or instead, we could choose to deal with injustice humanely and break the chains of negative thoughts and energies, and not let ourselves sink into it.
Erin Gruwell, The Freedom Writers Diary
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There are moments when, despite your failures, denials, self‑recrimination, and the deep belief that you are unworthy, a quiet light of healing still manages to find you. If you allow yourself to respond to it, that light opens a space where you can finally admit your shortcomings without fear, release what you’ve been carrying, and begin to feel a wholeness you thought was lost to you forever.
It’s in these rare, honest pauses that we learn something essential: the grace we so freely offer to others is the same grace we must learn to extend to ourselves. Only then can healing take root, cleansing what has been wounded and guiding us back toward the person we are still capable of becoming.
okay so i'm really not happy with my tone tweaking lately.
this image is inspired by the one tree hill theme tune :)
it was so hard to write this on me! i used a mirror (which probably made my job harder) and my left hand! :S
i am wearing a top btw.
Another teaser.
Best viewed this way:'erics orange' On Black
Taken a few nights ago, I turned the camera on myself as a theraputic tool to guide me through some really rough moments of mania. Well, this is the result. it's not a very pretty picture of me, but then again, it does the job, says what it supposed to say...
More to come...
…or body dysmorphic disorder — a phobic obsession with a real or imaginary body defect.
This is about self-acceptance.
I’m too tired for the normal description… =/
️ For a long time, she hid behind the illusion of perfect pixels. Then, under the golden glow of this studio, she let her guard down. She exposed her untamed auburn hair and the wolf inked across her chest, a symbol of her hidden battles. As she captured the shot, she wasn't seeking to please anyone: she was seeking to truly see herself.
🔮 Through the lens, her vulnerability became her power. Her curves are no longer flaws, but the lines of a masterpiece. Photography became her therapy—a sacred space to make peace with her reflection, accept herself, and finally find self-love.
My last opportunity to cross-dress and become my female alter-ego, Helene, was three weeks ago and I am still buzzing from the experience. As a man who rarely gets an opportunity to set free my female self, these elusive opportunities give me a sense of joy that can linger for many months afterwards.
I love becoming a woman I truly do. I will admit I go through a whole range of emotions and my delight and enthusiasm is off the scale, I adore my time as a female. When I'm back in my male life I miss not putting on my make-up, wearing it boosts my confidence and helps me feel feminine. I miss the clothes, I am at my most comfortable wearing dresses. I will admit the shoes, especially if wear high heels can be a bit painful after a while. I love wearing them though and how they affect your posture. Partnered with freshly shaved legs and a dress the look is something I enjoy.
While I do feel euphoric, there is also another aspect of longing, tinged with a sense of sadness that I'm not really how I am presenting myself. I am an illusion, not truly a woman. As Helene I feel immersed in being a woman but reality is I am actually male. This can lead to reflective moments. This still image, taken from a video I was recording, captures the mix of emotions I just described. It may not be apparent to anyone viewing the image but I vividly recall that longing was present at that moment.
That may all sound very intense but let me assure you, it's part of my experience each time I cross-dress. The truth is I am a man, I live as a man, I have a family I adore but there is a part of me that needs to spend time as a female. My cross-dressing fulfils this need. I have no desire to transition to be a full time woman and I have no wish to cause my family upset. I feel quietly becoming a woman for occasional periods is a rewarding way of satisfying this inner desire I have had for my entire life. I've learned to let the sheer intensity run its course, I know I'll get emotional, I know I'll gain joy, I know I'll be thrilled and I know that I will absolutely love my time as a woman. I know I will cry at the end of the day as she slowly disappears and the man returns. My mantra these days is 'let it flow!'.I get far more delight and happiness from the experience than the parts where I have to let Helene go.
I frequently say I am deluding myself as I am not a real woman, I just roll with that now. As Helene I think I am a woman and enjoy my time in that mindset and that persona. I find it interesting that I am still me, my personality does not change but I feel more confident and emotionally free as Helene. I would say becoming her is me unlocking the whole of who I am. She is rarely seen but she is set free now and again.I feel unlocked as a woman but I also know I like my male self too.
I'm often told to lighten up, it's just fun. It is just fun but it's also far more than that, it is an emotional experience. This is all my own perspective, I have no idea how it is for others that cross-dress. I can only express my own feelings and for me I have a deep need to not simply dress up but to become!
June 7, 2011.
This is my sister
Maybe I'm a dreamer; Maybe I'm misunderstood; Maybe you're not seeing the side of me you should
Maybe I'm too afraid to let go of everything I believe in.
Maybe, I prefer to stray towards the familiar.
Maybe all I need is a little change to make me feel better.
Change scares me. It takes away the constants in my life. It makes me feel like I have nothing and nobody to rely on anymore, like everyone is slowly taking footsteps out of my life with silent precision. As if, I am left alone in an empty room with all the lights turned off in black darkness. Almost akin to one of those heavy nightmares, where I'm an invisible bystander unable to do anything to stop what is going to happen, looking on helplessly as everyone fades into the murky shadows lining the walls, without glancing once in my direction.
But I've never thought about needing change. All I've ever thought about, was fearing it. Skirting around the edges of something familiar becoming strange; struggling to accept people going out, and coming in my life; switching blazing summer skylines for desolate winter roads with faint reluctance. As the cold wintry wind tangles through my rippling hair, I allow the chill to sting my eyes as I consider everything I used to believe in. I used to hide the fact that I loved being alone, because I knew it would mean an automatic stereotype of 'loner', 'loser', 'antisocial' etc. I used to force myself to like the things that everybody else liked, listening to music genres that held no meaning for me whatsoever. I used to be passive and stand on the bylines, letting my conscience sink down to the deepest depths of the smudged ugliness in my heart.
Looking back on that, I feel like I owe myself an apology. For the facades, for the pretenses, for the conforming. Yet now I realize that I've changed all of that. Because trying to submerge the person who I really am is like trying to hide light in a glass jar; it can't be done. Without change I would have never been able to begin to accept the real personality trying to break out in my mind. I do need change. We all do.
“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.” -Cheryl Strayed
I have always owned who I am, even when I was younger and hadn’t quite found myself yet. One of those things I own about myself is being asocial. I feel more myself when I’m alone, or when it’s just Mike and I. My username is more than a handle I use online. It’s a large part of who I am. My very nature is seclusive and I embrace it completely.
Notebook from Denik, bandana from Bandits Bandanas.
I have always lacked confidence with my female appearance. I also have angst about getting into a situation that may cause issues for my family. Despite having wanted to cross-dress as a woman for my entire adult life I did suppress the desire for twenty years and only began to cross-dress as a woman in late 2000. I had cross-dressed as a girl since the age of eleven and occasionally in my teens. I was caught my parents, who were far from happy, this effectively ended things. Apart from very rare moments in my early twenties before being outed by my then girlfriend and told I looked pathetic as a female, that was it until I was in my early forties.
Those negative experiences have never really left me. I know I love to become a woman, I've expressed many feelings very repetitively here on Flickr. I feel for me the safest path was to cross-dress alone and in private. When I post a picture or video her on Flickr or to YouTUbe, its a form of self celebration. The images remind me I did free myself to let my female self emerge for a few hours. Somehow, posting to a public forum such as this, makes me feel that the woman I like to become exists. Posting publicly makes me feel she is out in the world.
Being a cross-dressing male is inevitably a risk. By that I mean I genuinely feel we are not really accepted, I'm aware women, my inspiration, are increasingly becoming hostile, I feel I'm withdrawing into deeper privacy. It's a risk to our relationships, our families, friends and careers as well as physical and mental well-being.
As I experience pure joy and euphoria when I become Helene I know I need to become her to feel complete as a person. I'm aware the few people who know I spend time dressed as a woman, even though in my own head I begin to feel aligned and feel I am female as Helene, harbour mounts about my motivations. They all believe I'm in denial about needing to transition to be full time. It's a bit sad to be aware of this thinking. I know in there deepest part of my being, I do not want to transition. I just like freeing the desire I have to spend time as a woman. Isn't that enough?
I have rarely ventured out in public as a woman. My nerves were unable to handle such a scenario. I would say I spend ninety nine percent of my cross-dressing in complete privacy. It's a solitary experience but one that feels safe and manageable. I know it will not cause any impact on my family. I rarely cross-dress anyway. It's usually no more than two occasions a year. I tend to wait until I am alone at home with the family away for a few days. They are aware I do this and though it is never discussed, they do give me that opportunity to become Helene.
Here on Flickr, I do see many pictures of cross-dressers socialising in public spaces and venues. For those of us who cross-dress in private, this is nice to see. There is always that thought that occurs of 'Could I do that? Could I venture out publicly asa woman?' For me the fear and prospect of an incident makes me dismiss the thought. I want to gain fulfilment from. Being Helene so risky feelings that erode my confidence would ruin my emotional reward.
If you have seen the picture accompanying this narrative you will have notedI am actually out in a public place dressed as a woman! Everything I just said I feared! How didd this come about?
In recent years my focus has been on trying to achieve a real world female appearance. I've focused on the make-up style, my wig choices and my outfits as well as my body grooming. I'm also aware I am not getting any younger and tine is finite. All of these thoughts have been going around in my head in, I have to admit, an enjoyable and happy way. Getting older has increased my ease and resolve.
I was recently asked to house-sit in a location a long way from where I live. I was going to be alone for a few days and I saw this as an opportunity I could seize. I packed a few of my female clothes, shoes and wigs as well as my lingerie, breast forms and hip shaping garment and excitedly set off on my journey. I was determined I would become a woman for at least one of the days I was away.
I decided to go a bit further with my Helene plans and treat myself. I hired a friend, Sandra Cormack, who is a professional make-up artist to do my make-up and hair. I had a rather fabulous time sitting in the make-up chair getting my eyebrows trimmed and shaped, having my make-up applied and then having my wig fitted and styled. I could not get into my dress and shoes fast enough! The aim had been to go for a look that a woman would maybe choose for daytime. I wanted to feel as real as possible.
I was loving the look and how I felt and very quickly forgot I was a man (Delusional? Probably). When she said let's head out I agreed without hesitation. It was only when I was in the car I realised I was now beyond the confines of silt arty and private cross-dressing. I was a woman driving a car! I was suffused with delight.
We arrived in the square of a small Perth-shire village in Scotland and I stepped out as Helene the female. I was shocked to realise I had no nerves and felt good. We did record some videos (I've posted one here on Flickr) but in my enthusiasm and general delight, I had accidentally powered off my microphone and the camera was accidentally changed to slow motion mode. Nice as it would have been to have my reactions captured on video the true emotional fulfilment came from simply being Helene the female walking around. I felt good in the make-up, hair and outfit so my confidence was boosted.
I had tried to emulate real woman so the make-up style was understated, the dress I chose was a midi button through sage green denim shirt dress and leather jacket with wedge heeled shoes. I went bare legged too. Feeling the movement of the autumn air around my bare shaved legs and the swish of the dress fabric against my legs was incredible. There were lots of things I forgot in my excitement, I forgot my bag, I forgot to paint my nails and I had only put on hoop ,ear rings and a necklace. As my aim was to pass as a woman maybe not overdoing everything may have been a subtle aid to the illusion?
I was surprised I never got any double-take looks and received polite 'hello's' and 'love day' comments. It was also normal bur real. It was amazing! Truly amazing! I think the fact I was accompanied by a real woman maybe helped calm my nerves unconsciously. I'm grateful I am not too tall as a man so this does help with my female presentation.
It was a special day for me. I think it could be a few more years in the future before I venture out in public again as a woman. Having the memory though is rather lovely. For a day, I was a woman. For me as life-long cross-dresser, that was a precious experience.
My fat from the side: Or how I am constantly realizing just how big my big butt is
Kyla took this (entirely candid) picture of me while I was getting ready for a (not at all candid) photoshoot to create publicity materials for the documentary last Saturday. She took a lot of behind-the-scenes shots that day, but this one is probably my favorite.
When I'm getting ready for the day, doing my hair and makeup while leaning precariously over my powder-and-blush-stained counter-tops, the last thing I'm thinking about is my butt. I am very rarely thinking about my body at all, so much as I am thinking about an animated, two-dimensional portrait of myself that begins at the top of my head and ends at my bust. This version of me is still fat, but not nearly as fat as the person I see when I look at this picture that Kyla took. The thing is, I very rarely "feel" as fat as I look. I think this is a pretty normal occurrence for fat folks... I've spent so many years in my head, shying away from full physical embodiment, that I sometimes forget that my body is more than a face and some boobs--especially when I'm just going through my morning hair and makeup routine.
When I finish, I take a few looks in one or both of my two full-length mirrors. I do some twirling, check out my backside, and even do some side-viewing. But it's not the same as looking at this picture--this static representation of a side of me that I rarely see, and one that I am only recently comfortable with.
But something awesome happened when Kyla showed me this picture: I was in awe. Not because I was surprised to see what I saw--I DO know how big my butt is, and how far my stomach and breasts stick out, regardless of how often I might "forget" it. I was in awe because when I saw myself I experienced this deep sense of pride, this voice inside me that was like "fuck YEAH that is you! That is your body. That is your home." And it felt so good. I'm still beaming, just looking at this picture now, and feeling that wonderful feeling when you realize that your body is YOU and you are your body and everything is just... good. This is me; I'm a good body.
You can learn more about Fat Activist, Margitte Leah Kristjansson, at Riots Not Diets.
How my dolls taught me to embrace myself, and not to compare myself to others.
The past few inspiration/experience posts I've made have been in video form, but no worries! I will be doing more posts like this exclusively for Flickr in the future, it just takes me much longer to write down everything I want to say and set up a photo for it :)
Video:
there is nothing wrong with you! art journal entry july 2010 - watch the making of this journal entry here; www.youtube.com/watch?v=8av-qWqDNS0
I had a plan for this week's BAM. I realized that I do not do full body BAM's. I began to think about why and quickly figured out it is because I am very critical of my body. I decided to address that criticism with this BAM. I wanted to find a fun, colorful wall and take a full length photo in front of it. Alas, a huge storm rolled in and put the kibosh on that idea. However, I am embracing my body (all of it and there is a lot to embrace~ha!) and all its curves and dimples a little bit more this week. After all, transformation cannot happen without acceptance, right?
37/52 Weeks of BAM
(this photo was taken through a window, hence the filter look~I did not want my camera to be out in the pouring rain!)
Think: Global Love Day
Feel: Love Begins With Me
Remember: May 1, 2010
Love yourself; if you don't think you're worthy, how do you expect anyone else to?
If you don't like what you see, change it; otherwise, quit yer bitchin' and accept who you are.
Molly, day 85.
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When I was pregnant, I would spontaneously burst into giggles and announce "There's a little person in my tummy!" Despite billions of female creatures having been pregnant before I was, and really, it doesn't require brains to get pregnant -- it still blew my mind.
Now, I spontaneously burst into giggles and tell Perla, "You used to live in my tummy!" She smiles and nods, as if to say, "Well, of course."
(In contrast, the other day when I told her that birds eat bugs, she was appalled. She said "Eww!" and shook her head no.)
Why are we ashamed of not wearing clothes? Why are we never happy with our own bodies? Why give a f..ck about what others may think? Today I decided I don't want to care about that, I want to lose my inhibitions along with my clothes, I want to be me and be proud. Today I bare it, and I feel proud, with this I scream to you, This is me!
An old song of life
Aches for integration into the moment
Filled with apologies and self-deprecation
It sits on my shoulder mouthing histories
Flat variations of dimensionless memory
Aching for pity and attention
To guilt the mind into submission
Peacefulness listens with heightened attention
Nothing resonates
Nothing feels apologetic
Nothing feels depleted
Nothing feels deprived
The old song now feverish
In its own agenda
Writhes with agitation
Races thoughtlessly ahead
Carelessly bumping nervously
Stumbling over every sound
While
Still
Motionless
In the midst of the storm
Peacefulness observes
From within her place of Silence
A Silence so thick and beautiful
So unconditionally accepting
This old song cannot help but leap
With absolute abandon
Into Silence
Surrender
Total liberation
Complete annihilation
© Ganga Fondan, 2011
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls
and whispered in the sounds of silence" - Simon and Garfunkel
"Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent. ~Rumi
there is nothing wrong with you! art journal entry july 2010 - watch the making of this journal entry here; www.youtube.com/watch?v=8av-qWqDNS0
I’m deeply grateful to the entire Flickr community
Not many people know this, but my very first Flickr profile was created back in 2005. This year, I’m celebrating 20 years with Flickr. Later on, I made a mistake and deleted that original profile, and in 2008 I created a new one — which is why my account shows 2008 as the start date, even though my journey really began in 2005.
Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me all these years. Thank you for not forgetting me, for growing together with me, and for witnessing how I continue to evolve in different directions. Over time, I’ve created my YouTube channel, Patreon, and Instagram, and this journey keeps expanding.
There were also moments when some people tried to impersonate me, which was very upsetting — but I’m truly happy that this situation has been resolved.
Looking ahead to next year, I’m searching for someone who could help me with social media management. If anyone would like to support me, have access to my social platforms, help with content, ideas, or publishing — I would be very grateful.
I wish all of you a wonderful 2026, a warm celebration, and beautiful moments with your families.
Please stay with me, follow and support my work. It’s such a joy to see so many new cross-dressers joining the community.
I always read your comments on Flickr — it’s very comfortable for me to give feedback there. And if you write to me on YouTube or Instagram, I always reply.
Kisses and hugs
See you in the New Year ✨
I’m looking for a Content Manager Supporter who can help me create videos, visuals, and organize content for my social media — TikTok, Instagram, YouTube, and Patreon.
You’ll also have access to my full photo library, be able to communicate with me directly, help with choosing outfits, themes, lighting, and assist with moderating my Live Sessions.
If you’re creative, organized, and excited to work closely on content creation, I’d love to hear from you.
Please send your portfolio, CV/resume, and a short motivation letter in English.
📩 nastjacd@gmail.com
Some days I look in the mirror and hardly recognize the person staring back at me... is that another new wrinkle? another gray hair? Why do I always focus on the things that bother me? Instead, I am trying to be more gentle with myself... trying to look at the things I like and accept the things I don't... because this is me.
Today I am grateful for being able to look in the mirror and tell myself... [Y O U] a r e beautiful.
For my 30 days of gratitude project.
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Hee! After the V-Day chocolate frenzy, I need to check myself into rehab :)
For threesixtyfive and FGR theme, "So you wanna be a star?"
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