I think I've browsed here a few times over the past couple of years but never got around to registering until another regular, Grok, reminded me that there are like-minded brothers here.
I'm somewhere halfway between a tranny and a skirt dude. The thing is, I am absolutely certain of my masculinity (although it took some 20 years of introspection to figure that out). I'm hairy from face to legs and all parts between, I don't consider myself "a woman trapped in a man's body", I don't adopt a cute girly name as a second persona, and I'd rather jump off a bridge than wear makeup, nail polish, a bra, a wig, or fake body parts.
And yet... I loathe masculine clothing. Forget the jeans, the cargo pants, the khakis, even the kilts. I like my skirts maxi to the ankles, in soft fabrics like rayon, nylon, satin, or velvet; I like dresses that zip or button up the back; I can count on the fingers of one hand with a few digits left over the number of times I've slept in anything but a nylon or satin nightgown in the 25 years that I've been married. So yeah -- I absolutely do NOT want to be a girl, but I sure admire the way they dress. Thanks to an understanding wife and a job that lets me telecommute from home, I get to live la vida taffeta just about 24x7. Probably not a lot of guys who sit watching violent action movies in a lavender satin dress, which then gets wadded up on the floor with dirty socks and underwear and jeans and re-worn until it fails to pass the smell test.
Only at home. It sounds here like many of y'all have taken the plunge and sport your skirts right out in the open. I'm not there, and probably never will be. I live in a VERY conservative rural neighborhod, all ranchers and tea partiers, with a population small enough that if one person, even someone who could get past the misconceptions and stereotypes and "different = gay = pervert" mentality, found out I'd be tarred and feathered before you could say "your slip is showing".
Anyway, glad to meet y'all!
