Across distant passions

I don't have any problems with men wearing ladies clothing. I believe the term is "Cross-dressing" or transvestitism. Lots of men dress up in uniforms of the self defense forces or police or employers uniforms. Perhaps this way even those with absolutely no sense of fashion can categorize people into niches just by what they wear. But as soon as a male puts on our clothes there are problems it seems. Some wives fear he'll stretch her clothes out of shape or even that's he might be gay. Drag Queens do it for entertainment and the majority of them are gay but that display is usually all show and spectacle. There was a time when gay men wore ladies clothes and we lesbians used to butch it up and wear male attire as a sign of our 'hidden' orientation but since a semi acceptance and recognition where gay people can come out of their closets and have gay parades and events and be more open about it, we have moved away from those that just like cross dressing. Transvestitism is just really the love and possibly rarely a sexual thrill of wearing the opposite genders clothes but rarely is it also an attraction for the same gender. If it was just a sexual arousal from the wearing of them then I think it would be a fetish kind of transvestitism. These people have their own little niche and I don't think they should be considered as gay. Sadly anything that differs from the "norm" identifies us all as a target for some people. We girls have it easier though, I can walk out in public wearing a male's items and no one bothers at all. I may be considered an eccentric or making a fashion statement by some but it is easily accepted and I think a social norm. Put a man in a pink dress and have him walk out and I wonder what your reaction would be and what you think some people around you would say?

One of my friends is a transvestite and he is a lovely man. A good father and family man and luckily he also has an understanding wife. He does it simply because it's his way to lower his stress from a really stressful job. It really is often a stressful thing being a male he assures me and I can imagine that's true. I find a lot of stress being a girl too, although being a gay girl might add to that stress sometimes. (Laughs) A lot of different men have different release valves to reduce their stress levels but he simply stops being a male in appearance, switches off and becomes a woman. When he dresses as a woman he's not trying to be deceitful and fool a male into treating him like a girl. He loves his wife and son very much and I believe they have a 'normal' life. I'm really happy about that because I know a lot of girls might not accept that kind of lifestyle from their husband. Often he won't go out of the house dressed as a woman although he says he always wears girl's underwear under his suit and tie.
So what do you think to the girl that I'm with in this photo?

^.^ Is she pretty in pink? ^.^

	The Dresden Dolls - Pretty in Pink
	Jazz found this at skreemr.com

I chose the Dresden Dolls version because I like it over the original by the Psychedelic Furs

Yesterday was a complete upset to me with all my work schedules changing in an instant. A cacophony of apologetic voices over busy telephones as many appointments are canceled and postponed and new ones affirmed. My diary has more straight red lines scrawled though old appointments than a spillage in a red chopstick factory, with hardly any space for new entries, I need an electronic diary for sure! I worked from about 8:30am through until a few minutes past midnight just accommodating the start of these changes. I have a new partner for my assignments next week since Anzu is on vacation. Her name is Chinami and shes new! New is good, it means that she has no bad habits and she will be eager to take my direction. New is bad, she will be lost and probably short on creative ideas. I will be Shepard to a lost sheep, a teacher to student and above all of that, I'll still have our assignments and deadlines to meet.
Oh check out that leather Jacket. It's a mans boys jacket.
Be honest, you didn't know it did you?

The scent of love drifts lazily on gentle spring breezes. The sakura has bloomed and so has love. My friend from my school days and who sometimes visits our restaurant has invited me to her wedding next week. I love events like that and even if I have to direct my new assistant to cover for me as I attend you can guess that's what I'll do, but next Saturday is free so far!
It's really quite a romantic story that started off as each of them sat alone at their writing desks on different continents with hope in their hearts and they lived their love through pen and paper as 'pen-pals'. Usually today it's online dating agencies and computer cyber-sex in sordid little online affairs that end up by being candidate material for such farcical and public embarrassment TV shows that fill uncreative afternoon TV slots. But here we have a purity and a passion recorded in such eloquence as to be a shared poetry from their longing hearts. Looking back through history there have been quite a few romantic exchanges in passionate correspondence passed back and forth between the affectionate respondents and recipients. Living their hot infatuated cravings in a mental wonderland of their own creation crafted from the heart-felt and devoted words of each other.
Some of those letters between distant lovers are on the internet, all you have to do is Google them. I'd like to print one here that I find full of eager warmth.
From Franz Liszt to his lover, Marie:

My heart overflows with emotion and joy! I do not know what heavenly languor, what infinite pleasure permeates it and burns me up. It is as if I had never loved!!! Tell me whence these uncanny disturbances spring, these inexpressible foretastes of delight, these divine, tremors of love. Oh! all this can only spring from you, sister, angel, woman, Marie! All this can only be, is surely nothing less than a gentle ray streaming from your fiery soul, or else some secret poignant teardrop which you have long since left in my breast.
My God, my God, never force us apart, take pity on us! But what am I saying? Forgive my weakness, how couldst Thou divide us! Thou wouldst have nothing but pity for us…No no! It is not in vain that our flesh and our souls quicken and become immortal through Thy Word, which cries out deep within us Father, Father…out Thy hand to us, that our broken hearts seek their refuge in Thee…O! we thank, bless and praise Thee, O God, for all that Thou has given us, and all that Thou hast prepared for us….
This is to be — to be!
Marie! Marie!
Oh let me repeat that name a hundred times, a thousand times over; for three days now it has lived within me, oppressed me, set me afire. I am not writing to you, no, I am close beside you. I see you, I hear you. Eternity in your arms… Heaven, Hell, everything, all is within you, redoubled… Oh! Leave me free to rave in my delirium. Drab, tame, constricting reality is no longer enough for me. We must live our lives to the full, loving and suffering to extremes!…
Franz

Can you feel that emotion burning within his words?
Imagine if you and your lover were separated by ten thousand brutal kilometers like my school friend was with her man. Very rarely do they receive a phone call or internet because he was in a remote part of Africa working but always a letter each week would arrive and always a dedicated reply as the echo from each calling. Isn't that romantic and beautiful? I honestly believe that some instances from real life can have a greater fiery passion about them than the cheap romance novels that I sometimes read - but for curiosity only you understand.