DeSade, Experiences Crossdressing, Life

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything here.  I think my last posting was regarding the reading of some of DeSade’s writings (I bought a couple of big compilations of his works).  Well I did finish it all but have not gotten around to writing much of what I thought about it (and to be honest it was some time ago I first read it so the fact I have not written anything in of itself my suggest what I think of it  

So this posting will deal with a brief mention of the DeSade book I finished some time ago (the 120 days of Sodom was the story I believe) and then some personal observations on being a “lady” on the net and in real life to some degree. 

 120 day of Sodom (brief!!)

If you are into coprophilia then this is your man… seriously though.  The 120 days of Sodom story was very long.  It started off in fine detail and started to get pretty sketchy towards the end (I got the impression he had it pretty much planned out and, for whatever reason, did not have time or desire to go into as much detail in the last quarter or so of the tale).  It’s one of his more famous stories and in it you can certainly see where we get the term “sadism” from.  Essentially (going from memory here) it describes a group of individuals (gentlemen does not seem to be the right term) who select a group of young individuals to take with them to a remote keep which, over a carefully scripted 120 days, they subject them to various tortures which pretty much end in their deaths in some unpleasant and imaginative fashion.  I can’t say I found it particularly erotic but the man certainly has an imagination!  Not a detailed review but it’s late and I had the urge to post something here just for a change and to show it’s not a completely dead site!

Other Ramblings

In other ramblings I’ve been playing with Facebook for awhile now.  It is interesting how, in being a crossdresser, I have my facebook female persona and to people who don’t know who/what I am I notice that if people think you are female they treat you differently.  It’s like being in a big social experiment.

Take the facebook game “Attack” for example.  This is a risk board game knock off for all intents and purposes but the online version is kind of fun.  Anyway, when I play I notice (particularly from male players… or perceived male players this is the Internet so who knows!  Like I’m one to judge!) that people seem to take my female personal account less seriously than a male one.  Almost like it’s “cute” that a girl is playing (and then proceeds to wipe the map with their collective asses).   Some players clearly don’t take you seriously or they try and ‘help’ you as you are, clearly, the weaker player.  Just the way people treat you online and in real life as a whole seems to be different for men and women and it is kind of a unique experience being able to see what it is like from both sides.

Don’t get me wrong; this is nothing new and not something that has escaped my attention in past experiences.  When I started this form of “hobby” and started going out and about in public doing my own thing you certainly get to see things from a very different perspective.  Take personal safety for example.  When it’s dark or deserted and I’m dressed as Donna walking to my car down a dark street I am certainly much more aware of my surroundings and who is in the vicinity.  You are not quite as mobile in 3″ heels and a pencil skirt.  This surprised me as in “male-mode” I generally don’t give this sort of thing a second thought yet when dressed as a woman I was very aware of it and it came out of nowhere.  A very sobering experience indeed and certainly makes you appreciate more about what women go through.  In this society you should not be afraid to walk to your car after hours at all regardless of who you are.

And, ladies, yes I know what it’s like to spend a night out in heels that are a bit too high, maybe more guys should experience that yes?  Nothing like the feeling of taking them off when you get home!