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

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