Who Cares

Christmas

It's been a good Christmas time this year.  I have been off work (a lot) on vacation.  More than I expected.  Driving across Texas a few times.  The LGBT group I am a part of had a Christmas party.  That was so much fun.  We laughed and played games.  Jackie Bee is a wonderful host. 

I went to a CHIX concert.  It was a last minute thing and I should have stayed home after all.  Oh well.  Then of course I went to Monday night karaoke.  Planning to go again tomorrow night.

I wish you a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year.  Remember that Jesus was born to come into the world to bring a fallen people back into his loving arms.  It's not rules but a relationship.  Pass the love forward.

-Candi

Chest Hair

Before I was a crossdresser, I had chest hair.  Actually I had hair down to my waist.  I was a pastor at one time and my best friend used to joke about my cross of hair on my chest.  But I have been shaving it for a while.  In fact tonight was my weekly shave.  I ran my fingers through the long stubble that was there, and thought back.  I really can't remember what it was like having all that hair.
I know B is happy to snuggle on my chest now, as long as I keep it shaved.  Most girls hate to shave their legs.  As crossdressers, we shave a whole lot more.  And actually I like to shave my legs.  Yes it is somewhat a hassle, but I love the feeling after and I love the accomplishment. 
I like to look down and no see hair on my chest or my legs.  I like the feeling of sliding on pants or skirts or pantyhose after I shave.  I really like to rub my shaven legs on B.  I think I like the feeling better than she does. Now that the hair is gone, I don't see going back.

-Candi