Where to start......I am a married, male crossdresser. This is one of the places where I can express the part of my soul I call Zina. I will chat with just about anyone as long as you are polite and show a minimum amount of intelligence. For example, I like people who ask "How are you" as opposed to hru. Take an extra 6 seconds and put some effort into your greetings. If you send a private chat request without talking to me first, prepare to be denied.
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Sure thing, you're welcome. :) You are so smart.......and sexy.
Been a member a few days now and published a story.If I am missing something on my profile let me know and thanks. It's nice to see a new member who actually put info on their profile.
I am a novice flirter...........but learning quickly. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxtJY9tINrM/TzyYR0sQRzI/AAAAAAAAIaU/dMSHhDAaFoM/s1600/comic-eyes-flirting-girl-just-girl-Favim.com-269085.jpg
Lazy tonight. And not very healthy. http://www.odwyerpr.com/site_images/072611burger-king.jpg
I don't think you can ever truly trust that person again. My husband did several times early in our marriage. It's been over 10 years, but there is still always that little question when he doesn't answer the phone when I call or if he isn't home when he says he will be. It is all about what you can live with. I know the feeling. For me it has been 20 years, but I still wonder sometimes when she is away too long.
Kind. Caring. Always there with a smile and a hug.
The lyrics for "Ripple" by the Grateful Dead still give me goosebumps: If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, Would you hear my voice come thru the music, Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken, Perhaps they're better left unsung. I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air. Ripple in still water, When there is no pebble tossed, Nor wind to blow. Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, If your cup is full may it be again, Let it be known there is a fountain, That was not made by the hands of men. There is a road, no simple highway, Between the dawn and the dark of night, And if you go no one may follow, That path is for your steps alone. Ripple in still water, When there is no pebble tossed, Nor wind to blow. You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone, If you should stand then whos to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home.
After spending my teenage years hiding my cross-dressingfrom friends and family, I was away at college and on my own for the first time. Jenny was a girl from my high school who was attending the same college. We had been good friends for years and I trusted her with my secret. In fact, she was the only one who knew. I started to spend time at her place when her roommate went home for...
Added 07 Nov 2013 | Category Crossdressing
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I am often shy and withdrawn, But Zina's spirit is feisty and free When my body is broken and weak, Zina's heart beats strong I have regretted times in my past, But Zina's soul is young and pure When my eyes focus on pain, Zina's eyes can always find love I have, at times, tried to tear people down, But Zina's compassion is sincere Maybe I have been suppressing Zina too long....
Added 02 Aug 2012 | Category Love Poems
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