Again, I'll stress that too much thinking about this stuff can drive a person nuts. It took me forever, but I finally accepted Popeye's feelings about himself - "I yam what I yam". Feel the same. I'm not athletic. Certainly not good looking - and there's a whole bunch of other things that I'd prefer to be - but I accepted the lack of them years ago. But I'm supposed to worry because I want to dress in women's clothes?
C'mon! It just would make me look bloody stupid - that's all. I don't want to harm anybody. I don't steal. I don't cheat. I have a friggin stupid fantasy in my sexual themes. I'd almost bet that just about everybody has some daftness in their sexual fantasies. Or maybe you want to be unique? Your fantasy isn't good enough?
I certainly can't say that I know. But in biblical times, they had transvestites. Who's to say that genetics aren't involved? If it IS a genetic trait that is passed down - skipping some generations? Wouldn't all this worrying about your wants, then be a massive waste of time and energy?
I'm curious about why I am the way I am. Have the feeling that a cross eyed baby sitter was involved somehow. But who cares? What in hell's name would I do if I ever found out? Burn all the panties and nightdresses I used to wear? Start hitting women?
I enjoyed my penis - gave me a LOT of fun. Cut it off? Never crossed my mind. So my question remains for you guys who wonder all of the time. Say you found out what the cause was - and most importantly - you could 'fix' yourself. WOULD YOU DO IT? (Be honest now!)
You know? If you haven't already guessed it? Getting me off a soap box is damned near impossible. The above was supposed to be a sentence or two. Sorry.
But here's part 6 of my latest serial. I hope that you are enjoying it.
A Pretty Girl is Like a Malady