I originally wrote up a Bio for this blog in 2011. I edited it bit over time, but it mostly
stayed static. In 2013 I lost something
of myself, and made an entire post about that.
I tried to update this in 2014, but I just wasn’t “me” (and yes, ‘me’ is
a complex proposition!). I thought my
days of posting to this blog in any significant way was gone.
But here it is, July 2015.
In April of this year I made an April Fools cap… and it felt good. In May I started posting in a new way…
Obscuras. No, Obscuras isn’t a European
Mascarra, it’s an image with a simple short story. It’s the beginning stage of a cap that will
never evolve into a full cap. And it
feels good to post those. So good that
I’ve made 28 of them.
So… am I back? Am I
really here? Am I just pretending? I don’t know.
But now that I’m posting regularly, I figure it’s time to update the
whole bio. A couple things before I get
into the details. First, I have and
desire privacy. While there are plenty
of posts here that share much of my life, that all stopped in 2014. I started a ‘private’ blog where I share my
life. I share much more there and only
hold back the most identifiable things like names and exact locations. So this bio will only open the door so far…
I’ll mention my past as a photographer and my current job as a nurse, but not
much more than you could get by simply reading all of my previous posts. If you want to know more, then simply join me
over at “Calvin’s Musings”. This bio
will be more about how I changed for Calvin to Caitlyn and back again.
So where to start. I
was born a boy and am now a man. I’m in
my early 40s and feel equally young and old, often at the same time. Sometime during junior high I learned about
sex. I found my Dad’s old Playboys and
learned that I really liked women. I
later learned that I evidently liked Playboy models from the 70s as that was my
introduction. Sometime in high school I
found porn stories. I’ve always been a
big reader and seemed to get more enjoyment out of the stories than the simple
photos I could find on BBS (yes children, this was before ‘the
interwebs’!). There were plenty of
stories that followed the basic premise… guy finds girl, guy fucks girl, guy
and girl are happy. But then there were
‘other’ stories.
Some of these other stories were written from the woman’s
perspective. Some involved bondage and
discipline. Some involved
sado-masochism. Some involved homosexual
pairings. Some involved trans-gendered
pairings. Many involved humiliation…. And
boy did I like/hate those. For many
years I couldn’t admit that I liked them…. But I kept reading them! And I kept searching them out. They’d arouse me, I’d ‘get off’, and then I’d
be embarrassed by them. It took me a
long time to realize that reading them was a form of humiliation… and that I
was turned on BY that humiliation. I
knew I’d have that embarrassment afterward and that knowledge heightened the
excitement.
I started to prune this ‘other’ list down. I didn’t really enjoy the S&M stuff. I didn’t really like male homosexual
pairings. I was on the fence when it
came to voluntary gender changing, but I really liked the bondage and
discipline, and I really liked the involuntary gender changing. I also liked ‘straight’ stories from a woman’s
perspective but there didn’t seem to be a lot of that out there.
Soon after finding the internet, I found Fictionmania. And boy did the love/hate feelings
increase. I also found so many more
photos. At the time video wasn’t really
all that common, so I’d download photo galleries. If anybody found these galleries they’d
simply see straight up porn. But what
they couldn’t see was the internal stories that went along with them. There was the guy transformed into a
secretary. A fella made over into a gal
for his roommate. A dude that was cursed
into a sex starved bimbo. Any of that
sound familiar? Many of the stories were
specific and I’d cull the gallery down to match those stories. If you ever wanted to have a starting point
of writing trans gendered fiction… that would be it.
Sadly, I have purged my porn collection several times, so I
don’t know when that definitively was. I
know it was after 1992 (the year I got my own personal computer), and I know it
was before 1998 (the year I moved to Chicago).
For the longest time, that didn’t change. To anybody on the outside looking in, I was
just ‘one of the guys’. I chased skirt,
I liked porn, I went to strip clubs, I talked a good game. But when I wanted to get off, more often than
not I’d turn to Fictionmania and my growing photo collections.
Let’s back up the real life train a bit. After high school I attended college. I changed my idea of a career after three
years. I started at another college and
after another three years got my photography degree. For
ten years after that I tried just about every photography and digital art job I
could get my eager hands on. I got very
talented at Photoshop and even when not using it professionally, I used it recreationally. But in 2008 I reached my ending point. Photography and the digital arts never
provided a stable income. It never
provided with me but the most meager of a life.
In 2008 I made a major decision… I was going to move on with my life and
NOT be a photographer. That fall I
started on the pre-requisites of nursing school. Soon thereafter I began the Associates Degree
in Nursing (ADN) program at the local college.
Throughout all of that ‘real’ life, my secretive love/hate
fantasy was always at work within me. And
only me. I wasn’t naive enough to think
I was alone… hell someone had to write
these stories! But I never told
anybody. No one in my family. Not a single friend. Not even the anonymous people online. I never interacted with anybody about this… I
just enjoyed it and hated myself for enjoying it. But after 10 years of working, I was a
student again. I could have easily been
18 again. I had a lot of free time and
the privacy that only an adult can appreciate.
I don’t remember how it started, but I finally started to
grow past the written story. It was
probably some blog, but I found my first caption. An obviously porntastic image with a very
short story telling me what was going on.
And while the image was undoubtedly of a woman, the story was of a man
recently changed into a woman (or cross dressed, or sissified, or…
whatever). The story was more than
likely bad. The image was probably
poor. The layout and design were
probably lacking, but putting those facets together… image and story… were
incredibly intoxicating and powerful. I
still primarily used Fictionmania, but this ‘new’ venue was something I
searched out.
I bounced from site to site, from blog to blog. I eventually found Rebecca Molay’s blog and
while I loved many of the caps she had there, I really kept coming back for her
links. She had an extensive link of TG
cap blogs and even noted which ones were active and which ones were dead. It didn’t feel like a world changing
moment. It felt like just an extension
of finding my thrills on Fictionmania. But
finding and regularly visiting Rebecca Molay’s I came upon a cap that directly
pushed me into a new world. It was laid
out nicely and seemed to be written better than most caps. The image was of a woman strapped up inside
the legs of a bar stool. The seat had
been cut out enough to let her face be placed right at crotch level of anybody
sitting there. It was quickly spank
material.
Up until this moment, most of the caps I had come across
were entirely anonymous. There was no
artists name associated with it. So it
took a little digging (probably just returning to Rebecca’s blog and actually
reading what she posted about this cap) to find out that this was made by Deementia
at a place called Rachel’s Haven. But
the Haven was blocked… you needed to sign up for an account to take a peek
inside. That would mean giving up my
email address… that would mean giving myself a name. That would mean losing my anonymity.
It really didn’t’ mean all of that. I could have gotten a second email address
and my name could have had nothing to do with me. But I gave my real email address and gave a
variation of t he name I use everywhere.
Calvin. There, at Rachel’s Haven,
I not only broke down my decades long ban on interacting… I met a friend. I met Deementia. She was…. She was a person! Just like me.
Well… not JUST like me, but she wasn’t some perverted sicko porn
producer. And she had other friends and
I met them and they were like me too.
I believe I made my first cap that same day.
It was like opening up a dam. No… it was like blowing a dam to smithereens. Making caps not only provided me with a
creative outlet, it let me share my inner most fantasies. It let me explore them with a group of people
who not only accepted them as normal, but shared in them. That was huge for me. It was like waking up. I had been asleep for so long and I had
finally woken up only to realize my dream was real!
I didn’t exactly change overnight. This was still my ‘secret’. It was just a secret that I shared with a
secret group of friends. But the more I
interacted, the more I broke down barriers.
At least in this crowd, I didn’t have to be embarrassed any more. And losing that embarrassment let me see the
truth… that I was truly and honestly turned on by humiliation. Not only that, but I could speak with that
voice… I could be that inner person who I was so shamed by… I could be…
Caitlyn
The next barrier to come down was the protective barrier of
Rachel’s Haven. Dee made a blog of her
own and I wandered over. While most TG
blogs I had seen before were just a venue for sharing caps, Dee’s went more in
depth. It was talking about making caps
and enjoying caps, and enjoying the life hinted at within the caps. I wanted to join in the conversation and did
so, but it was kind of a pain. I had to
post my comment and add my name to it as the post came from ‘Anonymous’. Anybody could write out a comment and add ‘Caitlyn
Masked’ at the bottom of it, so I took the next step and set up my own blogger
account. That way I could simply log in
and post. Each comment was then titled
with my name.
Signing up for a blogger account gave me full access to
create my own blog. I never intended to
make a blog of my own. I honestly looked
at my work and wondered who would want to look at it… but then I remembered all
of those blogs out there. I had met
several of the authors at the Haven. The thought I had was that if any of them had
talked about the Haven earlier, then I might have been there long before. So why not do that? Why not post some caps, do like Dee does and
write out what I did to create them, and then point them back to the Haven. That was November of 2010.
Caitlyn’s Masks… this blog… was born.
I’ve shared a lot of myself here. Almost all of my caps as well as many high
and low points of my personal life. If I
look at those two things together… my cap creative outlet and my real life… I
can see the first crack in Caitlyn’s armor in March of 2012. I had graduated in December of 2011 and was
trying to take my licensing exam. By
the time March rolled around I saw ‘Caitlyn’ as getting in the way… she just
distracted me too much. So I took a step
back. I stopped making caps, I stopped
updating the blog, I stopped interacting completely.
This was big because up until then Caitlyn was still
growing. At first it was just a
name. The femme moniker I used. But she turned into more. She was more than just A voice. She was MY voice. I was her, and she was me. There are plenty of posts where I was
completely talking as my Caitlyn Persona.
And by stepping away from her for
a little while, I realized just how integrated she was with my real life. She had completely taken over my idea of
porn. I no longer hated myself for
loving this style of erotica. I was
still humiliated in a way, but that’s exactly what I was going for. While Calvin in this world was more of an
introvert, Caitlyn was a exhibitionist. And
saying goodbye to her meant saying goodbye to that comfortable enjoyment.
It ended up being a short sabbatical, but looking back it was
a major milestone. That crack in Caitlyn’s
armor grew wider in October of 2012. I
had a bit of identity crisis. I had
finished school and (eventually) got my license… but I wasn’t working yet. My ‘real’ life was completely in limbo. And I was spending a LOT of time mentally as
Caitlyn.
I wrote a post about it here called ‘Being Caitlyn’. I followed it up the next day with the
thoughts laid out in cap form called ‘Why?’.
Reading that post and that cap series now I can see my confusion. My struggle.
In retrospect, I think I was coming to realize something and doing
everything I could do to deny it…..
Caitlyn wasn’t me.
She was an escape from me. By
becoming her and being her so much I saw that I was giving up on my ‘real’ life…
and that scared me. I eventually found
her voice again and got back into capping.
At least that’s what I told myself then.
What I really did was escape again.
The armor finally fell apart in July of 2013. I got a job.
I was so excited. But it only
took a week for me to realize that Caitlyn was leaving. I guess a better way to put it is that I was
leaving Caitlyn behind. My ‘Real’ life
was stating to take off and there just wasn’t time for Caitlyn. But if nothing else, I’m quite stubborn… and
I refused to let her go. For the next 11
months I tried and tried and tried to keep up being Caitlyn.
But reality can only be denied for so long. Yes, I could still make caps. Nothing had changed with my design/layout/Photoshop
skills. And I was still turned on by the
same subjects I had been capping for years now… but the verve was missing. The soul was gone. June 5th,
2014 I posted ‘The end is the beginning is the end’ and ‘closed’ the blog.
I had made 593 posts before that one. I still made posts afterward, but they were
made with the goal of keeping this blog alive.
I wanted to keep it alive for several reasons. If anybody ever found thig blog and started
their own ‘Catilyn’ journey, then it would be totally worth it. I was also proud of the caps I had made… I
don’t like patting myself on the back, but some of them are really good. But more than anything else… I wanted a place
that I could look back and celebrate Caitlyn.
She… well she saved me. She saved
me from living a life where my own turn ons were turn offs. She saved me by giving me a creative
outlet. She saved me by helping meet a
whole new group of people. She saved me
by teaching me to be more open… to help me see people as they are and not just
what they put out for the public to see.
And most of all, she saved me from realizing just how deep and dark my
depression in real life was. I think a
solid argument could be made that I save lives at work. Well if that’s true, then Caitlyn also saved
all of those lives. Only when I tried to
look past Caitlyn did I see how dark and bleak my life was… but she just
wrapped her arms around me, placed that mask on my face, and let me smile and
wander back into my creative happy spot.
I almost wish I could stop the story there. But the lure of this community, this
wonderfully quirky, and sexy, and fun community is too strong. I want to share with them. I want to be a part of their routines and let
them be a part of my routine.
I eventually found a way.
Obscura.
As I said above; An Obscura is the beginning stage of a cap
that will never evolve into a full cap.
It’s not like I lost my desire to look at images. It’s not like I lost my sexual desires. Yes, some of my sexual fantasies now are more
vanilla. I dream/fantasize about making
sweet long love to a woman who owns my heart.
I picture myself a big strong manly man having his way with women who
swoon just seeing him. But after all of
this I’d be stupid to think that my desires for TG fiction would just go
away. Since closing this blog in 2014 my
TG fantasies have slowly come back. But
those fantasies are shallow compared to what they used to be. And they’re short lived. I don’t stay in that mindset all that long. I’d see an image and have the fleeting
thought…. “Oh look at that, it’s a guy that got changed into a female secretary”,
or “Hey, it’s a fella made over into a gal by his roomie!” Or even “Whoa, it’s a dude that was cursed
into a sex starved bimbo!”. Sound
familiar?
Before those would all be inspirations for caps. Maybe the very image I was looking at would
be used. I’d look at the image, flesh
out the story, write it down, pump it up, and then put it into an appealing
design/layout.
Now those are just to fleeting. I don’t have the staying power to do more
than have that initial thought. So I
post the image, write out what I can, and post it as an Obscura. Some could be caps all by themselves. Some would make great starting points and
could be a good cap with just a little effort.
Some could be decent caps with a lot of effort. And some are just crap. But it’s me… it’s me sharing what little I
have left. It’s me being a part of this
community.
So that’s me. That’s
the birth, rise, celebration, and death of Caitlyn. If you want to know more about me… Calvin me…
you’ll have to join up at Calvin’s Musings.
As I said earlier, I don’t hide much there at all. And because I talk so frankly, I don’t want
it to be public. So to get inside of
Calvin’s Musings I need to know that I can trust you… send me an email at caitlynmasked-@-gmail-.-com (take
out the dashes), and I’ll let you in.
update December 29, 2017
It's been a couple years since I freshened up this bio and I figured I could add a little more. While my life hasn't changed all that much my internal dialog has changed. The biggest change, at least in terms of this blog, is that I spend much of my free time playing over at D+X now. I just get so much more satisfaction playing out being Caitlyn rather than imagining situations and making short stories from them. I have a whole write up about enticing people to come over to D+X and play with me, so you can see what keeps me interested over there.
I did finally open up Calvin's Musings. It's public now and shouldn't put up any barrier to viewing my posts there. I do talk a bit about my Calvin/Caitlyn relationship there, but for the most part I don't directly acknowledge what's going on in that side of my life. But over the past few months, I think I've come to a conclusion about my sexuality.
To put it bluntly, I think I'm asexual. I know that sounds strange coming from someone who regularly writes stories about feminzation and sex, but that's my fantasy life. I think and even debate a lot about politics, but that doesn't make me a politician. In my real life I haven't had sex with another person for decades. I've lied about my sex life plenty of times to plenty of people but if I'm going to lay myself out here bare, then I have to be truthful and the last time I had sex was in high school.
Now I could go into all manner of reasons why I didn't have sex. But when I brush aside the obvious lies and push away the more deceitful self lies.... I have to admit to myself that I don't have a strong desire to have sex with another person. That's not to say I don't have sexual desires (seriously... I write porn!). It's just that those sexual desires have no basis in my real life. The only way I really consider sex now is in the form of a deeper relationship. A girlfriend or wife. And I just don't look at many people and desire to have a relationship with them. I'm old enough to recognize that I probably won't have a family of my own. Children aren't in my future. So two of the strongest reasons to get married (sex and procreation) aren't big drivers for me.
Add in the fact that I'm living with my mother and am helping her out in just about every way I can, and a serious relationship just isn't in the cards for me at this time.
So I'm asexual. But something a little deeper... I'm bisexual. Most of the time I imagine myself having sex, it's with a woman. Most of my fantasies (as represented here) involve me having sex with men. Now yes, those fantasies involve me BEING a woman and I don't have a desire to be a woman in real life... but I can't lie to myself and say that those aren't real desires. Ever since Caitlyn came into reality, I've had to look deeper into myself and ask if I really want to be a woman. Every time that answer has been no. But if I open myself up and don't let societal barriers scare me off, I do have desires to have sex with men.
I think once we move past the black and white definitions of heterosexual and homosexual, we set up the full spectrum of grays. I in no way think I'm equally attracted to men and women. I am far more strongly attracted to women. But saying I'm not attracted to men at all would just be a flat out lie. And as long as I'm being honest, I'm going to be honest and admit it.
At the same time I kind of have to laugh and shrug. It's not like I'm going to explore those desires or try to experiment having sex with a man. I mean, I'm going on twenty seven years of not having any kind of sex whatsoever. But if I'm being open like that, it does open possibilities. As I said above, I think more about having relationships than I do about just having sex. Well....could I have a relationship with a man? I can imagine snuggling up to a man and watching a movie or going out and sharing a meal or a trip to the theater. That's about the same thing I imagine when I picture being with a woman.
So... yeah. Look at me continue to grow and learn about myself!
update December 29, 2017
It's been a couple years since I freshened up this bio and I figured I could add a little more. While my life hasn't changed all that much my internal dialog has changed. The biggest change, at least in terms of this blog, is that I spend much of my free time playing over at D+X now. I just get so much more satisfaction playing out being Caitlyn rather than imagining situations and making short stories from them. I have a whole write up about enticing people to come over to D+X and play with me, so you can see what keeps me interested over there.
I did finally open up Calvin's Musings. It's public now and shouldn't put up any barrier to viewing my posts there. I do talk a bit about my Calvin/Caitlyn relationship there, but for the most part I don't directly acknowledge what's going on in that side of my life. But over the past few months, I think I've come to a conclusion about my sexuality.
To put it bluntly, I think I'm asexual. I know that sounds strange coming from someone who regularly writes stories about feminzation and sex, but that's my fantasy life. I think and even debate a lot about politics, but that doesn't make me a politician. In my real life I haven't had sex with another person for decades. I've lied about my sex life plenty of times to plenty of people but if I'm going to lay myself out here bare, then I have to be truthful and the last time I had sex was in high school.
Now I could go into all manner of reasons why I didn't have sex. But when I brush aside the obvious lies and push away the more deceitful self lies.... I have to admit to myself that I don't have a strong desire to have sex with another person. That's not to say I don't have sexual desires (seriously... I write porn!). It's just that those sexual desires have no basis in my real life. The only way I really consider sex now is in the form of a deeper relationship. A girlfriend or wife. And I just don't look at many people and desire to have a relationship with them. I'm old enough to recognize that I probably won't have a family of my own. Children aren't in my future. So two of the strongest reasons to get married (sex and procreation) aren't big drivers for me.
Add in the fact that I'm living with my mother and am helping her out in just about every way I can, and a serious relationship just isn't in the cards for me at this time.
So I'm asexual. But something a little deeper... I'm bisexual. Most of the time I imagine myself having sex, it's with a woman. Most of my fantasies (as represented here) involve me having sex with men. Now yes, those fantasies involve me BEING a woman and I don't have a desire to be a woman in real life... but I can't lie to myself and say that those aren't real desires. Ever since Caitlyn came into reality, I've had to look deeper into myself and ask if I really want to be a woman. Every time that answer has been no. But if I open myself up and don't let societal barriers scare me off, I do have desires to have sex with men.
I think once we move past the black and white definitions of heterosexual and homosexual, we set up the full spectrum of grays. I in no way think I'm equally attracted to men and women. I am far more strongly attracted to women. But saying I'm not attracted to men at all would just be a flat out lie. And as long as I'm being honest, I'm going to be honest and admit it.
At the same time I kind of have to laugh and shrug. It's not like I'm going to explore those desires or try to experiment having sex with a man. I mean, I'm going on twenty seven years of not having any kind of sex whatsoever. But if I'm being open like that, it does open possibilities. As I said above, I think more about having relationships than I do about just having sex. Well....could I have a relationship with a man? I can imagine snuggling up to a man and watching a movie or going out and sharing a meal or a trip to the theater. That's about the same thing I imagine when I picture being with a woman.
So... yeah. Look at me continue to grow and learn about myself!
