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.

The collected works and ramblings of Faeriemage

I recently entered my seventh decade (had to think about that one for a moment. It's not as obvious as I first thought) and I'm still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. That goes deeper for me than most as it's not just to do with what I do in life as who I am.