Blogs and spending time online

I started this blog so I'd have a place for links to TG caption blogs.  I know, very ambitious.

What's happened since I started is that I'm now following many other blogs.  They're almost all TG themed but most are not caption blogs.

One of the amazing things about the Internet (other than being able to use IMDB to check who that actress was in the movie you saw the other night) has been the confirmation that there are so many other people like me out there.  People like me being those somewhere on the big, long TG continuum.

I identify as a heterosexual crossdresser.  I've never had an experience with a man and don't expect to.  However, there's something compelling about the idea of being an attractive woman, a woman that men would look at.  I'd love to meet other crossdressers like myself, for friendship, not for anything sexual.

Over the years, I've had a chance to meet several other TG girls.  It's a funny dance when we start corresponding.  The other girl and I are usually very clear that we're looking to meet in a friendly way and not for "something more."  However, we don't want to offend the other girl by implying there's anything wrong with something more, it's just not what we're looking for. 


It's been wonderful meeting people online (and, once in a while, in person).  Growing up, I thought I was the only person like this.  Later on, like many in my age group (I'm in my late 50s), I got most of my information from a few reference books hidden deeply in libraries or TG porn.  I found those stories exciting but I didn't really identify with the people who had the wild adventures described.  I wanted to look pretty and have people think I was pretty and a nice girl.

This entry has turned out to be a big ramble.  I admire people who edit their blog entries before they post them but I'm just going to spill on this one.

Here's the thing:  I love reading about the other girls out there, from those who have completely transitioned and live every day as women to those who crossdress very occasionally.  I feel part of a bigger community.  I'd love to meet and talk with you.  I'd love to be able to show myself instead of staying hidden.

The down side of how great the Net can be is that I know I'm susceptible to getting really sucked in.  I have a job and a family and they require most of my time and attention.  I'm jealous of girls who have retired.  I don't know if I'll ever be able to voluntarily retire and it's just hard to deal with.  I would just love to have more time for my family and for myself.  It's so difficult to find Linda time.

As I've gotten older, I feel more and more like time is running out.   I wish I could be a pretty woman, at least once in a while.  Not that I was ever a great looking woman but in my 20s, I was a least somewhat passable.  I suppose in my 60s and 70s I'll be passable again, but as a little old lady.  I'd rather be passable as a 25 year old.

I don't have a point today.  Just blathering on.  Feeling jealous of those who can explore this other side of themselves.  Wishing I could lay down some of my responsibilities, at least for a while.