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You Gotta Do Something!

I couldn’t stand it any longer.  Maybe it was after getting back into posting captions and writing so much about being girly.  Maybe it was all of the encouragement that many of you have returned in my direction.  Whatever it was, I had to go all girl–not a stitch of male clothing, no matter how gender neutral it appeared.  So, that’s how I dressed today (or yesterday by the time of this posts).

It was very casual; androgynous really.  But it worked for the urge.  Panties and a non-padded compression sports bra.  Women’s guide pro pants and a women’s ¾ length raglan T-shirt–both from Eddie Bauer.  My ladies’ no-show socks and Adidas Adizero running shoes (black with dark pink trim) completed the clothing options.  A few leather bracelets and a wee little spritz of my wife’s perfume capped it off.  All of this, after some womanish body grooming. 

It was tom-boyish enough that I didn’t worry about public scrutiny.  The only concern that I had was possible bra lines or a VPL in the rear-clinging, no back pocket, pants.  The shirt was baggier than what I would wish, but it was cute.  In all, it wasn’t necessarily an all-girl look.  It was girly enough for me and I needed it…badly.  And you know what?  As far as I could tell, no one even batted an eye.  I’m still trying to decide if that is good or not.  There seems to be a part of me that wishes for just a little “second-glance criticism/laughter.”

As I mentioned, it wasn’t drastic by any means, but it satisfied a craving.  I believe that’s something that we feminine boys need from time to time–a day out, being girly, acting girly, dressed girly.  It’s helpful to be more than a secret panty wearer, even if only on rare occasions.  Sometimes, you have to get out and be girly.  That’s it.  You just have to glam it up some.

Have a wonderful day, my friends,

CandieHart

I Don’t Care…I am Proud of You!

I cannot say it enough, because I have doubts about how often you might hear it: I’m proud of you for being a girly boy. 

I don’t care that I don’t know you.  I don’t care if you’re white, black, bronze, skinny, chubby, short or tall.  I don’t care if this girly nature of yours is in the closet or blatantly in the open.  I don’t care if your sense of girliness is more fetish and fantasy than passion and reality.  I don’t care if you plan to transition or if you’re happy to be a male.  I don’t care if you like feminine things that I don’t.  I don’t care if you’re straight, gay, bi, or a wanna-be lesbian.  I don’t care if you’re a weekend crossdresser or a weekday panty wearer.  I don’t care if you look like a hefty lumberjack in a dress or a Greek athlete in a unitard.  I really don’t care. 

What I do care about is that you are a special human being with emotions and character; that you believe that there is something phenomenally wonderful and unique about being a girly boy; that there is a deeply rooted passion for the girliness you keep stored away. What I care about is for you to know that I am so very proud of you for being feminine.  That might not mean much coming from a total stranger, yet I have to say it.  And whatever you do, don’t ever give up.  Especially, don’t give up on you.

Spread the love from your sweet, loving, proud, girly friend.

CandieHart 

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