I’ve stopped using the word “guilt” as it applies to my crossdressing. “Guilt” implies that you’ve committed an offense of some kind, or a crime. I refuse to believe my crossdressing is criminal. I may be offensive to some, but that’s only if I step foot outside of my closet. And I never, never do that.
“Shame” is the word I’m using for myself these days. It’s odd, though, when I’m logged into CDH and I’m among my virtual Sisters on the site, I feel no shame. Likewise, when I’m dressed en femme for an evening at home alone, I can’t really say I feel any shame. Sometimes, I even forget I’m in en femme!
The shame will come when I’m discovered, when my closet is invaded, and my secret is exposed for all to see. Then there will be shame. Then there will be humiliation. But not guilt.