ABOUT SIMONE
What can I say about that girl? Simone is a facet of my personality that I never allowed to surface until about 20 years ago. I knew she existed
from the time I was in my teens and for the most part, due to lack of knowledge, I considered her to be a dark and bizarre side of me that should be avoided at all costs. She was kept as a deep
dark kinky secret for most of my life. Despite that, there were times when I fanaticized about being a girl and this often led to much confusion within me. I would sometimes enter an imaginary
place where I would be dominated and controlled and often restrained or hobbled in some way. I suppose there was some sort of sexual connection or desire here but it never amounted to any reality
or real life experience for me.
I have always been very feminine in many of my mannerisms and movements and this has often resulted in some personal conflict within me. I could
not easily emulate the stereotype type physical actions expected of the typical male and experienced much frustration as a result. I was never good at playing any types of sports to speak of. I
avoided any running type activies because when I ran, such as in running the bases in baseball, I looked just like a girl running. These actions, of course, needed to be avoided, from my male
perspective, if I was going to survive in the male dominated society that existed when I was young. To compensate for all of these uncontrollable personal barriers, I strove to and did excel in my
professional life. And so it was, until I retired from my professional career and became independent of many of the pressures brought to bear on one in that scenario.
Cross dressing is an enjoyable activity that allows me to get in touch with my feminine side. Do I still fanaticize about being a girl and being a powder puff? Yes I do and there is not as much confusion or guilt about that score anymore. I love to go out
and party and/or visit the various clubs in the Dallas area. Simone loves to dress to the nines and show off small but real cleavage to the world. How old am I? Well... a nice girl just doesn't
tell her age.. What is your guess?
