As I’m sure many of you are aware, I moved into my own house at the start of the year. Obviously I was excited for a whole multitude of reasons (like having my own mortgage… yay… adulting) but one of the biggest was having the freedom to crossdress whenever I like.
Originally, I thought this would simply mean that I wouldn’t have to worry about when I would have a free house and I wouldn’t need to plan my crossdressing photoshoots around whether someone else would be home or not (a lot of photoshoots had to be cancelled because of family members not leaving when they were supposed to…). It wasn’t that I would crossdress more often, just that I wouldn’t need to hide when doing it.
However, over the last week, I’ve been breaking one of my cardinal rules.
I’ve been crossdressing without makeup.
Fuck me, I didn’t even wear a wig.
I’m very much a go hard or go home kind of girl; I’ve always said that I wouldn’t see a point in crossdressing without doing the makeup and the hair. For me it’s all part of the same package. I wouldn’t apply that rule to anyone else of course, but for me I’ve always either done everything or nothing at all.
So what was the point then? Is it really such a big deal that I wore a dress around the house without bothering with the rest?
For me? Yes. Yes it is.
It might sound a bit backwards, going from looking like a woman (or at least a close enough approximation…) to being a bloke in a dress, but it’s certainly something I needed.
This wasn’t about being convincing. This was about being comfortable.
I guess that’s the real point of this post; being comfortable. I’ve spent years upon years telling others and myself so many different rules.Wear concealer to hide beard shadow… get a wig the same colour as your natural hair… dress for your body type… All of these different things without remembering the key rule:
Do what makes you feel comfortable and happy.
You want to wear a dress and keep your beard? Do it.
Wearing a bra under your work clothes? Do it.
Wanna walk around your house naked in platform heels? Do it.
We all should do what we’re comfortable with and what makes us happy. For me, that’s about looking as feminine as possible, but sometimes I might just want to wear a skirt because fuck it why not.
DISCLAIMER: Ok so this post got kind of sidetracked… It was actually meant to be about how you can live your regular life as a crossdresser, but you’re all sensible enough to know how to do that anyway.
I did also have the photoshoot just over a week ago (thank you again to everyone who tuned into the Q & A on Instagram!) and I’m going to be posting photos from it on a weekly basis, starting…. NOW
I’m going to post more about this outfit later on in the week, so just consider this a teaser for now!
Eres perfecta, eres bella, eres un modelo, miras como Linda Evangelista…
I haven’t seen something this extra in a long time, and that’s saying something since this scene comes from the same episode where Cynthia mourns a futon. There’s something about the way Valentina addresses the situation that is so telenovela villain-esque.
Fortunately, this episode is full of moments that are funny due to the dichotomy of the two people in the scene. I never thought I would use the term ‘straight man’ when discussing RuPaul’s Drag Race but a lot of this week’s comedy involves a fun back-and-forths between two different emotional states.
Sadly, images don’t really do justice to Farrah’s sobbing while Valentina gives the opening scene of Mi Cucú
Es Tuyo. Perhaps this Farrah is actually her secret evil twin and the real one is trapped in a dark room with nothing but a Clapper™.
P.S.This episode really makes me appreciate my Puerto Rican mother because the traits she passed down to me really show here. This scene shows my love for telenovelas and the mini-challenge shows my love for beautiful men. Thanks Ma!