Shae's Page
The Occasional Crossdresser
Hi folks, here's what I have to show and tell. No smut here, deal with it!
Thanks to Carrie for bringing out her Mark III for the shoot!
Who am I? Shae Guerin is a fiftyish tradesperson with an attitude: "Problem? Yours, not mine." You could label me transgendered, berdache or genderqueer, an old hippie, musician, frugalisti, health nut, zymurgist and oenophile, killer of feathered and furry beings, Master of the Technical Universe, or just a very Out tranny - all part of one person. Sometimes this is gender expression, sometimes simple sensual comfort, but most often this is just a Grand Old Shakespearean Tradition.
So welcome to my world!
In 2001 I discovered a fascination with feminine apparel that went far beyond my enthusiasm for Milady's bits and pieces. With her support, this magnificent obsession is simply one of my lifestyle choices. It's not been a picnic; I live rural in Canada's most redneck jurisdiction, the Edmonton region of Oilberta. Still, only losers make negative comments, and the rest is just teasing (inevitable for we vertically challenged). When the beer-night boys ask why I do it, I smile and assure them I'm a pervert - they can (or think they can) relate, but still tell me I make a really ugly woman...
Dressing Up is awesome, going out looking good, or at home because it's another way to enjoy life - the feel of the fabrics, watching my changing look, letting whatever femme there is show up. I'm blessed with good skin, hair, nails, and, as my uncle assures me, "great legs", so I try to keep these things up - we're all junkies for compliments. Some visiting with Edmonton crossdressers is inevitable good fun, and sometimes far less than that, but most times there's a Winterfest, dragshow, social or dinner, there's also an Eskimos game, an excuse to shoot, a family feed, a gig or just plain bad weather - and our love life comes first. Regular interaction with the public-at-large is by choice; most girls like the look, most guys chuckle, but it's all in how much grief you allow (gosh, just like life!).
I've been involved in a few newsgroups, forums, and publications, and, of course, interact with other genetic males who look darn good in femwear - my own take on crossdressing is: Do it! Enjoy yourself, make no apologies, harbour no illusions. Life is short, get out there, dress as well as you can, and always smile! People smile back when they see that, and the various GiBLeT communities around here are always glad to have us around. That said, don't get the idea that you're actually as good-looking as most genetic women. Up close, 90% of us aren't. But if you do it right, you'll be a pretty man, maybe a pretty person. Do enjoy that. It's all how it feels.
Brought up Catholic, now with redneck-to-bleeding-heart attitudes and an antiquated work ethic, I prefer to look forward and grow rather than dwell on past grief, religion, and/or gender dysphoria (oh please, give us a break!). Surgery and hormones won't make a crazy person well; those individuals I know as transsexual are simply well-adjusted people who are happier as they are now. This isn't to say that I'm without flaws, problems, foibles, or issues: I just have no confidence in Big Med/Pharma, and feel costs should be borne by the end-user. Being a cheapskate, I do things with good health, grooming, and manner: a fey male who cleans up nicely - after all, do we all have to be simply male or female in gender, or can't someone be a bit of both?
No television, no smartphone, no im/chat/twitter, just life and fresh air.
This site was last fiddled with on the 12th of May, 2011.
you can email me at: shae2001ca at yahoo dot ca
Thanks for visiting!
