I'd be a garden variety crossdresser but since I don't have a garden (I live full time in an RV) that wouldn't be accurate. I'm an old fart - born in 1950 so you do the math - but try to keep a young outlook. Young, not childish, thank you!) My body is hopelessly male and thoroughly overweight, so my dressing is confined to my home. I scrupulously avoid mirrors in order to keep the fantasy alive.

I've been married for 44 years but it took two wives to do it. Both of my wives have been accepting of my weirdness, and I'm not only talking about crossdressing. I'm liberal as hell and proud of it, addicted to folk music (ran a folk series for ten years before I retired) take pictures incessantly and there are words in my head that scream for escape.

I realize that many of us have had to live through hell in our real lives, but I write fantasy. My characters are idealized and I have no interest in putting them through hell as entertainment. I suppose I try to write stories as it should be, not how it has been in the past.