Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
AN OPEN LETTER FROM D.D.
AN OPEN LETTER
FM: D. Dee
TO: Those in my +G Circles
SUBJ: Coming Out
Some may say coming clean, but I just went over my profile, and I have
never lied about who I claim to be!
Some friends asked the other day, about some more info on me. The poem that follows flowed out of me, so
now you can all read about me. I may not
physically be what you thought, but in my mind and heart I am D. D. who I truly
long to be.
I am sorry if I hurt, or you think that I deceived, but I have longed
to be D. D. for so long it became very hard to step out of the role. My page will remain, and so will my blog’s,
to promote my writings as I had intended it to be. What you have read and enjoyed in the past,
has always come from deep within my heart and my soul. I know of no other way to write, so I will
continue to let it flow, and see where in the future it will go.
Delete me if you must, I will try to understand, as gender dysphoria is
still under the rainbows arch. I hope
some will stay, to forgive my over enthusiasm, and not being able to let go of
the role.
Love,
D. D.
+D. Dee
A Crack in the Door
I hear the creaking,
Of a rusty old hinge,
Could it be coming from the
Closet I’ve been hiding in.
The door is starting to open
The first time; in 60 plus, years.
Only a few have seen the crack
And the light it does spew.
And even fewer know
For sure what is true.
About what has lurked; in
The shadows, never knowing, what to
do.
For when I was young, a dress up doll
I became
My cousins love to dress me up,
Prepubescent then as our ages were
the same
And I was more than happy to play the
game.
I loved to be dressed up, in satin
and lace,
Too young for much more than a smile
on my face.
But it felt so natural, and I felt so
right.
Mother wanted a daughter; she just
didn’t know she had one.
Back then the terms were Faggot,
Sissy or Queer
Transgender Disorder was not even a
term.
You were considered then to be sick
in the head.
And if you went public you might end
up dead.
So I had my special times
When I wore my satin and lace
All alone, but so happy in my hidden
space
Never ever leaving without; a smile
on my face.
When I looked at the girls,
They never ever knew,
That it wasn’t them I wanted,
But, rather the clothes they were in.
I had no desire for boys and sausage
toys,
My only desire was for women and
their attire.
I met my life companion, who knew not
my desire,
But willingly accepted my oral
desires.
Four plus decades, she never knew
that
Shopping was such an erotic time for
me.
Or wondered why I bought all her
clothes
Except for her shoes, she bought
those.
The millennium changed
As did the love in my heart
Still living together, yet apart
One unhappy with life, the other lost
in art.
The one I truly was, did re-appear
Fighting her way to the surface,
Taking control of my heart and mind
Letting my inner self become Dee.
Dee began to express herself
In both verse and pros,
Erotic and naughty in her roles
On the Internet, dressed, in women’s
cloths.
Never teasing a male in real or lust
The taste of a female was her must.
Her roles turned into stories,
Where from Suzy Q. first bust.
Writing at home and even at work
Wherever and whenever, she got the
chance.
Her imaginative mind would take
control
Her wet panties not the original
goal.
Late in two thousand and one,
A story did begin to flow
Straight out of her heart
Straight out of her soul
Four years and five novels later
The life she dreamed of
Lay before her on paper.
It was decision time, sooner not
later.
With a sixth decade soon to begin,
The decision made to purge once
again.
Too late in life to change gender
now;
A daughter and granddaughter, how to
tell?
Retired in twenty ten, suddenly happy
again,
My friends the most part women,
No longer trapped, in a man’s place;
Dee was making her ascent up the well
face.
My thoughts of women, as they had
long been
If I was a lesbian, would they still
be my friend.
Oh but to make love with them, as
only a lesbian can:
Completely immersed; in each other’s
body and soul
Our hearts re-united in two o one two
With still only one true romantic
between the two.
Her mother not well has put us
through hell.
But has allowed Dee to finally
publish and write.
She has been in my closet, but only
so far
She has read some of my stories
She has accepted my alter ego
But only what I have shown her so
far.
It makes is easier now that she knows
Along with my sister in law, who’s
kind of always known
And now two more my dear Ingrid and
Tess
I don’t know what to tell the rest?
I feel that Dee is the real me.
When I am the most comfortable within
me
I am thinking, or writing, or
dreaming as Dee
So I think that is the name I choose
for me.
By:
D. D.
©July 21, 2014
Suzy Q. Stories Publishing
All Rights Reserved
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