This week is the 5th anniversary of a night changed my life forever.
I had been visiting a stripper for a few months at a club in the City, but this night I was to meet her privately for the first time.
She was well aware of my love of dressing up, and always called me Alice when we met.
But that night was to be the first time I had ever shared Alice with anyone. It was a big, scary thing for me to do, but also intensely exciting.
We met in an East End pub first and then returned to my hotel room.
I got changed in the bathroom and nervously revealed myself to her. All my worries slipped away as she embraced me and complimented my look.
She even let me try her shoes on 
Over the next few months, we would meet regularly in bars and hotels for drinks and fun, but it is that first night that sticks in my memory so vividly.
I still think of her often and miss her desperately.
A Man Called Alice 
I am glad you met this person and glad that you are confidently Alice x x
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Thankyou, yes, it certainly was a game changer x
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Oh Alice, I can’t really imagine what a huge step this must have felt, but the euphoria of her acceptance of you as ‘Alice’ and a a play partner sounds intense. Your recollections always hit home, and the accompanying photographs are as fabulous as ever, really enhancing the focus of the story. As ever – you look great and I feel envy over your shoes!
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Thank you Posy. It was very intense, but very empowering. I’m sure without her I would have carried on regardless and been miserable for the rest of my life. I think they are largely her shoes in this post. Strippers have the best shoes, lol.
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I think maybe another catalyst would have come along Alice – your gregarious ‘Alice’ side seems as if it would want to be seen, but the long it stayed supressed the more down and fake you might have felt.
I think YOU have the best shoes Alice, but strippers too!
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I’m so pleased you found a way to be yourself, to reveal Alice. It must be hard when you can’t. And hard probably doesn’t do it justice. Thank you for sharing this and your pictures.
Take care and be well,
Sweet 😊
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Thankyou. She was the first person I confessed to face to face and her reaction was a revelation. It made me believe there was something better out there. It gave me hope…
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A lovely post, tinged with poignancy.
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Thank you. Yes indeed – a day I look back on with a lot of mixed feelings…
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I love this post Alice – and the photos are wonderful.
xx
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Thank you May
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This encounter warms my heart. It’s amazing when you meet someone who accepts you for you, and I’m so glad that happened to you
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Indeed. I’m glad that happened then too. Since then I have met many wonderful people (mostly through Twitter) who also accept me x
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Acceptance is so important. She broke that wall for you in accepting you as you were.
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Exactly 👍😊
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Isn’t it wonderful when you meet just that one person who is in the right place at the right time, who helps us more than they know? Great images, and I am glad she was such a positive influence 🙂
~ Marie
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Very much so, Marie! She was a force to be reckoned with and her immediate acceptance of (and fascination with) me as Alice was refreshing and exciting! Lol, the photography took rather a back seat during our meets, but we did manage to take some shots! xx
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love your look and it’s nice to have such pleasant memories
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