Halloween Story – The Foreshore Light – Part 3

Part 3.

After school I walked home, at first with my friend Tom Silver and his little sister, Jennifer. I left them at their house on the outskirts of the village and then continued on toward the light alone. This was quite usual.

I remember Mrs. Worsely seeing me coming up from the gate and hurrying up to meet me. I knew something was wrong immediately.

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Halloween Story – The Foreshore Light – Part 2

Part 2

(You can find Part 1 here)

One rainy afternoon in spring I was walking home from school and something rather unusual happened. It wouldn’t be something that would stick in my mind, but for the fact that it was so out of place. In the rainy light, which flattened everything and was like a great grey curtain pulled across my view, I trudged my way up the muddy path.

My father had spent the morning mending the gate and replacing the rotten timber with some new beams. It swung closed behind me as I made my way up the road. The thin rain seemed to run down my neck and infiltrate my collar. East coast rain gets everywhere.

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Halloween Story – The Foreshore Light – Part 1

I can tell this story now, after all these years. Most of the family are long dead, and I’ve never been blessed with children of my own. What little family I have that are still alive are long estranged from me. The events I am going to relate took place sixty years ago, so I know you’ll appreciate that I am not breaking any confidences. However, to a young twelve year old the episode remains one I have struggled with for decades, but perhaps I am getting ahead of myself.

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Welcome Rini…

Rini – one of my newest members.

What a delightful surprise to find a lovely new member, Rini, today, who kindly sent this lovely pic. I look forward to all email from my members and try to answer each and every one. Sometimes that not easy, as I usually have to field around 130 emails a day. If I get a little behind (phrasing), don’t be too surprised. However, I do eventually get to everyone.

I’ve been amazed by the growth on the site. We are now listed as one of the top crossdresser websites in the world. That’s due to the loyalty and kindness of all my followers.

🙂

Fiona

Get ready to swallow!

Sebastian was almost gagging.

“That’s it,” I said. “Take it all in…”

“I can’t,” he stammered, resisting.

“You’re going to swallow, all of it,” I insisted. “Open wide.”

Let me explain, Sebastian has been suffering from a bit of a cold lately and is having trouble getting over it. I decided a nice Kale-Ginger smoothie would give him a little help.

Sebastian doesn’t like either kale or ginger. As he reluctantly gulped it down, I told him what a good boy he was.

“Shall I get you a towel?” I asked noticing a little of the creamy liquid on his chin.

As you know, I am very mindful of the health of my friends. However, that’s not the main reason I’m writing to you today. Today I wanted to draw your attention to something I found interesting and feel sure you’ll share my enthusiasm for.

When we dress, feminine or otherwise, we are saying a great deal about who we are. Our entire presentation to the world is reflected in our clothing. The way we offer ourselves to the world has a huge impact on how accepting the world is of us, as crossdressers or simply individuals. In the talk below Jen Rozenbaum explores some of these ideas, and talks about boudoir photography.

Some of her tips are very interesting, especially if you’re creating great CD pics either online or for My Little Black Book. One of her points is about how, as a photographer she finds ways to bring out the positive aspects of her subjects. There’s a lot to be said for the idea that whatever we choose to wear, we can bring out the very best side of ourselves by presenting ourselves in a positive and empowered way.

I would suggest we can take this a step further. For example, if you feel you’re a different person to the one you were three years ago, then why are you wearing the same clothes? Why are you not presenting yourself to your world (CD or otherwise) in a new more developed manner?

While I wouldn’t suggest we should trash all our clothes every year, there’s a lot to be said for the idea of giving serious consideration to the way we present ourselves as we grow and discover ourselves. Personally, I know I dress with more confidence today than when I first guiltily played with my cousin’s panties.

So, here’s a fun thing to do this weekend. Take a look at your wardrobe (femme or otherwise) and select a few things that no longer reflect who you are and toss them out. Refining your wardrobe is liberating and leaves space for some new expressions of who you are becoming.

😊

Fiona

Boudoir Photography and Being Shamelessly Feminine | Jen Rozenbaum |

Just imagine, a crossdressing ghost story for Halloween. Yes, it’s coming – in three parts. It will be published on http://FionaDobson.com on the evenings of 29, 30th, and 31st of October.

Halloween is a great time for crossdressers. The night when the dead walk the earth seems an odd thing to celebrate, but any excuse to get out in heels works for me! Enjoy the three part series and be sure to watch out for it at FionaDobson.Com.

Need costume supplies for Halloween? Try checking out my shopping list and looking at some of the great online deals there.

FD

Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death and Jazz Chickens

I have read this and can only recommend it in the highest terms. Not only does Eddie Izzard tell his own poignant story, he also helps the many men that love to crossdress understand what they are doing.

Eddie is like a beacon, guiding others as they explore this unusual and joyful experience. His honesty and sincerity shine through on every page. The book is filled with humor, understanding and the deep authenticity of one has has walked a challenging path.

As I finally placed this book for the last time by my bedside, lying in my silky nightie, my thoughts were of my gratitude to Eddie, and how I wish I could get a little more of him… No, wait… You know what I mean.

FD