Why 25 November Is Personal - Even When Others Don’t Expect It Every year, as November darkens and the air sharpens, I feel myself preparing - emotionally, mentally, and deeply - for the arrival of 25 November , the day the world turns orange. For many, it’s an international day of activism. For me, it feels like coming back to myself - to my identity, my empathy, and the reasons I stand up for what I believe in. Orange the World But my presence in this movement has not always been understood. Not by strangers. Not by acquaintances. Sometimes not even by people who thought they knew me well. The Roots - and Where My Story Meets Them The story of the Mirabal sisters - three women murdered for resisting a dictator - was one of the first threads that pulled me into this movement. Their courage resonated with me in a way that felt almost physical. Their fight wasn’t only about politics. It was about the value of femininity, dignity, and bodily autonomy - themes that echo deeply in my own ...

How I Got My Shenmen Piercing Birthdays have always been special in our little trio - me, my wife, and our boyfriend. We’re big on surprises, spontaneous adventures, and small gestures that turn ordinary days into unforgettable memories. But this year, my birthday gift went far beyond anything I could have imagined. It wasn’t just a surprise; it was a whole experience - a warm-hearted, slightly nerve-wracking, and beautifully emotional one. So, here’s the story of how I got my new Shenmen piercing - a sparkling reminder of love, connection, and trust - and how it happened during our cozy getaway in Denmark. A Birthday Trip Full of Mystery We had planned to spend a few relaxed days in Denmark, taking advantage of the autumn calm that settles over the coast after the summer crowds disappear. The weather had that soft, golden-gray tone - a little misty, with the salty smell of the sea and the kind of crisp breeze that makes you want to wrap yourself in a scarf and sip hot coffee all day....

Truth, Courage, and the Freedom to Be When I first began exploring my identity as a a feminized husbandI realized how deeply society clings to its myths. Masculinity and femininity are still seen as opposites, and anyone who blurs that line becomes a question mark in the eyes of others. Yet the world is changing, and so are the ways men express themselves. Myths About Feminine Men In this essay, I engage with the five myths outlined by Lucy83 in her insightful article  "Top 5 Myths About Feminine Men" . I’ll explore the "pro" and "con" arguments for each myth, while weaving in my own experiences as a feminized husband - someone who lives beyond the boundaries of traditional male identity, finding both joy and strength in that freedom. Myth #1: "Feminine men are gay." What the myth asserts:   That if a man expresses traits society labels as "feminine," he must automatically be homosexual. Lucy83 writes: " Being feminine says nothing...

The Joy of Choosing Softness Yesterday, we had a long and deeply interesting conversation with a friendly couple. They are open-minded, intelligent, and warm - but they found it difficult to understand why my wife, our boyfriend, and I find such joy in my living feminized. For them, the word feminization immediately triggered thoughts of humiliation, submission in the degrading sense, and weakness. What they couldn’t see at first is that our life together is not about shame or about diminishing anyone’s worth - it is about choice, conviction, and love. To live feminized, in my case, is not to accept a label someone else imposes. It is a conscious path, chosen because it brings harmony into our relationship and fullness into my being. Beyond the "Beta Male" Assumption When many people see a feminized man, they quickly filter it through the “beta male” stereotype. The common cultural image of a “beta” man is someone passive, insecure, unable to make decisions, constantly seeki...

My Sister’s 60th Birthday and the Elegance of Dressing with Joy There are milestones in life that deserve not just acknowledgment but true celebration. Today is one of those moments, a day that feels like it shimmers with significance. My sister, a woman who has shaped my life in countless ways, is turning sixty years old . Sixty years - six whole decades of stories, triumphs, challenges, laughter, resilience, and love. To celebrate her, I knew I wanted to write down not just a reflection on the day but also an anticipation of what such an event means for family, for memory, and for the way we present ourselves as part of the story. For me, presentation has always been intertwined with celebration. Since embracing a feminized way of living and showing myself to the world, family gatherings have become opportunities to embody authenticity, elegance, and joy through clothing. I’ve learned that clothes are never "just clothes." They carry messages, moods, and memories. At birthd...

48 Hours on Display From time to time, I get dragged into little fashion "adventures." Sometimes it’s voluntary, sometimes it’s punishment, and sometimes ... well, sometimes it’s just my own big mouth landing me in trouble. This time, let’s just say I wasn’t volunteering. A few weeks ago, I was absolutely convinced that our German Women’s National Hockey Team would win the European Championship. Convinced. So convinced that I bet on it. And of course, as you probably already know, they didn’t win. Which left me not only disappointed with the match but also squarely in debt to my wife and my boyfriend—two people who absolutely delight in finding creative ways to collect on bets. After some "counseling" (which really just means the two of them ganging up on me with evil grins), they decided my penalty: I would have to wear a micro skirt for an entire weekend. Not just try it on, not just walk around the living room, but actually live in it - shopping, eating out, er...

I have a dream that one day, the order of things shall be renewed. That the sons of strength shall lay down their armor, and lift instead the humble tools of care. That the men who once clung to power shall find pride not in ruling, but in serving - in tending, in assisting, in honoring the brilliance of their daughters, sisters, and wives. I have a dream that one day, masculinity shall no longer be measured by command, but by gentleness, by loyalty, by the courage to bow before wisdom greater than one’s own. That men shall wear their service not as shame, but as a crown. That obedience shall not be weakness, but devotion; that humility shall not be subjugation, but freedom. I have a dream that one day, women shall rise without apology. That their leadership shall not be questioned, nor their strength doubted. That the world shall look upon its mothers, its daughters, its queens, and know that guidance, command, and destiny dwell within their hands. I have a dream that men shall no lon...

Preparing for a Shopping Tour in Nuremberg with My Wife Every time my wife and I decide to head into Nuremberg for a shopping tour, it feels like something more than just an errand - it’s an event. Living in the countryside shapes your rhythm of life. Out here, things are slower, calmer, and in many ways more genuine. I don’t mean that in a romanticized way - it’s simply how it is. The air is quieter, the streets are friendlier, and fashion is more about practicality than presentation. A good pair of sturdy shoes, a warm jacket, and you’re ready for nearly anything. But the city - ah, the city is different. Nuremberg, with its bustle, its pulse, its endless claims to perfection - welcomes you and at the same time expects something from you. To me, the town feels like a stage, where everyone plays their role with confidence, showing off their sharpest looks, their best manners, their own version of modern perfection. And so, every time we make the trip, I prepare. Stepping Into the ...

My Season of Skirts and Sunlight There’s a way the world smells different in summer. It’s a mix of warm pavement, ripened fruit, and that faint salt-and-skin perfume that rides the breeze even miles from the coast. For most people, it’s simply the scent of “vacation.” For me, it’s something more intimate - an opening, a stage, a permission slip from the universe to be exactly as I am now: feminine, playful, unapologetically myself. Summer is my favorite season for many reasons, but the deepest is this: it’s when my femininity blooms most naturally. The sun doesn’t just light the days - it illuminates my spirit. My wardrobe becomes a little brighter, my steps a little lighter, and my confidence a little bolder. It’s skirt weather, nail-color weather, anklet weather… and that changes everything. The Dance of the Skirt I used to think skirts were just garments - fabric sewn into a circle or A-line. Functional, sometimes pretty, but nothing more. Now I know better. A skirt, especially in s...