Grace
"said: Happy Thanksgiving."
Journal Entries for Grace
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October 6th, 2008 1:45 pm MDT
So we agree to disagree. I "respect" your opinion and am comfortable with who I am and what I believe enough not to project it onto others to get VALIDATION....
Christianity
October 3rd, 2008 5:43 pm MDT
On January 16th Dan posted a disturbing comment in his (public) journal. I don't personally know Dan, but from what else I have read - He is a nice guy. His post about Christianity was offensive to me, but this is not why I am writing. In another post he stated "As for religion and politics, maybe it doesn't belong here, but I think of journals as a way to express who are." I agree. However, was Dan expressing who he is or how ignorant Christians are? In any case I don't think politics, religion & SEXUALITY should be taboo as long as we are respectful of others and their life choices. Clearly that was not the case. I felt Christianity was being Mocked. Was it intentional - I prefer to believe it was not. Having said that, let's think about why we love this site so much. I believe it's because we can be who we are without fear of prejudice and judgement or being criticized for who we are and what we believe. Maybe I am naive and that is only applies to SEXUAL preference. If that's the case, it's a sad awakening for many of us, including me. Dan, thanks for reminding me why I choose the name GRACE.
A Little Boy In Drag
October 1st, 2008 10:03 am MDT
It all started when I was about 7 years old. My best friend was Mario. Mario and I would spend most of our time together playing until his Dad would make him do unbelievable chores for a child of his age. Anyway, Mario and I would spend hours in my make shift "clubhouse". Mom made a clubhouse on our porch with a sheet. There, in my palace I would bake in my easy bake oven, put Jane (doll) to sleep in her crib and prepare a nice dinner. Of course, all of my other time was spent rummaging through my jewelry box, my fancy clothes and making the big decision on which HEELS (plastic) to wear. Then Mario would come over to play. That's when my odd desire to see a boy in girls clothes started. I spent soooo much time trying to convince Mario to wear just one bracelet or necklace. He wouldn't hear of it; BUT one day something changed. I was in my clubhouse and Mario came over. We were playing and I was messing with my frilly things when Mario asked if he could try on a necklace - Well, that was it.... on went the clip on earrings, the heels :-) and the dress. Mario's entire demeanor and character changed. We laughed and we played like 2 little girls and it was a cherished memory in the making. Eventually Mom came out and called us in for lunch. Mario's smile was gone and in it's place was terror. This 9 year old boy was terrified of being caught dressed like a girl. My heart broke. My Mom smiled and said to him "don't you look nice" and ushered us quickly under her arm and into the house. Mom reassured him that it was ok to play & she never questioned him or judged him for wearing girly things, but Mario was almost undressed before we ever got to the table. So, this is where my CD fetish all started. On my front porch in a make shift clubhouse at the tender age of 7. Men in woman's clothing has been a fascination of mine for as long as I have noticed boys or at least Mario. I don't know why or what the lure is for me, or where it ever came from, but it's been a part of who I am. It has only been in my recent adult life that I would allow myself to explore these desires. Was I feeling odd, alone, shame? I don't know. I think I wasn't aware of how many CD's there are in the world and how many woman support them. A man dressing in lingerie, applying a lovely shade of blush, putting on stockings and garters and Voila - the transformation. It is exquisite. I often wonder what ever happened to Mario. Last I heard he was having some issues with the law, his Dad (duh) and his sexuality. But I'll always remember my best friend; the boy that would play cops and robbers, watch Gigantor and on occasion play in my club and wear a dress. I wish that little boy and the man he has become all the best. [Comment on this post]
It's time.....
September 21st, 2008 3:44 pm MDT
Life and God has opened my eyes to who I was, who I am and who I am to be. It's time for me to open a new chapter in my life. Time to focus on what my life means and not worry about what it is not. At 45 it's time. Time to be useful with my time and not WASTEFUL, time to help others and not want false desires. Maybe it's a midlife crisis, maybe I've grown up, but I do know life is so, so short. It’s time….. It's time... time to walk in the fall breeze, time to listen to the birds sing, time to help those less fortunate than I and time to laugh and not cry. Time to stop sitting in front of a TV, staring at a PC, wishing for years gone by, wishing for things I'll never try. It's time to put my petty desires and fantasies away, time to really go out to play. Play at the seashore, walk in the park, eat roasted marshmallows and stare at stars after dark... It's time to enjoy what God has given me, time to for me to truly BE..... It's been a pleasure meeting many of you and I wish you all well.
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