Mrs. Georgia Richey

to when took photos of me. Super moody, and some of my favorite non bo***ir shots ever! Love showing these ones off!

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Photo by 2Durty Photography

to one of my favorite photos ever of me, taken by the ever talented . That’s it, that’s the post

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I just want to say thank you to all those who have gone and listened to my episode on ! I appreciate all the messages I’ve received because of it. My story is a crazy one and there’s a lot to it, but I wouldn’t change any of it for the world because it led me to my wife and the life I’ve been able to have. If there’s anything you take from it, it’s that life is scary regardless of what you choose to do, but if you let go of all the anxiety of the what if, and live genuinely for you, everything will work its way out. Be positive and ever stop believing in yourself.

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Living out my early 00s alt rock music video girl dreams

Chest comes from Hera in French Vanilla with freckles
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Welcome to where the magic happens! This is my little vanity area where I get all done up, at our house we call it the Georgia room. My beautiful wife got me this neon sign for Christmas and I finally found a moment to take a selfie with it after recording something coming out in about 2 weeks. So keep your eyes peeled for it!

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Broadway is dark tonight

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It’s Sunday, you know what that means, here’s my brain!

I am a competitive as***le, but what does that mean? Does that actually mean I’m an as***le? I guess it would depend on who you ask.

I thrive in competition and doubt, where as I’m not as creative or determined around praise. I live on someone telling me “you can’t” or “you’re not very good at this.” I played sports, drove racecars, I’m the type to want to prove you wrong. Does that mean I always do, no, especially when I take no interest in what I’m being challenged at. When I was younger though, the want to be good at everything was there.

How does this tie into my Crossdressing. Well, it’s the reason I started it, the reason I got better at it, and the reason it really hindered my life for a second. My competitive side doesn’t just shut off. I’ve learned when to use it, and when not, but it wasn’t always like that. I struggled with it for a long time. I wanted to be the best at everything I did, for which it drove me crazy at times. I’d see someone doing something and I thought I needed to do it better. With Crossdressing, I wanted to be better at makeup, with outfits, with photos, everything. I couldn’t understand why I didn’t have as many followers at times, and it bothered me. I was comparing myself and driving myself crazy at times to be better and better. I didn’t realize the competitor in me leaked into the one thing in life I was using to get away from that. This was just supposed to be self expression, but it turned me into that which I hated.

It started probably with the comment, “you’re not very good at this,” and I never learned to control it from there. It helped me get to where I am, but I didn’t know how to get off that ride, let alone even know I was on it. Today, I’m happier just doing as I want, how I want, the way I intended. I’m competitive still, but with myself rather than others. I’m not perfect, but I’m trying to just enjoy things more for what they are, instead of what they “could be.” You’re still gonna see my best effort, but it’s not with the subtext of wanting to be better than someone else. It’s to be a better me.

Felt cute that night