[SIZE="2"]“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.” (Shakespeare)
“I’d just gotten out of the ministry, and I wanted to taste it ALL!” (Sam Kinison)
I was in Wal-Mart the other day – no, not to shop for clothes! It was just a normal hunting and gathering expedition, and, as I got ready to leave the premises I found myself looking at the “AS SEEN ON TV” shelves, conveniently located near the rest rooms. On the lowest shelf, just about hidden from view, was some sort of plastic spice rack, designed to store ALL of your spices in as little space as possible, neatly contained, and ready for action (if any “action” is forthcoming, that is). As soon as I saw this thing I thought about the paradox right before my eyes – people, even Midwesterners, want their food to be full of flavor, to the point of hoarding spices in an effort to enhance their drab vittles, but what about their lives?
No doubt about it, drabness surrounds me. On the other hand, here I am, a living example of zest, piquancy, and relish, injecting my life with an interesting “thing” like MtF crossdressing, much like a chef uses spices to liven things up. A little dash of lipstick, panties, and cute shoes, and I’ve heightened everything for the better! I’ve made life much more entertaining, pleasant, and stimulating, simply by using my imagination. You don’t have to go to DUNE for spice – it’s within arm’s reach, just like that little bottle of thyme that’s gathering dust on yonder shelf...
Of course, a REAL chef uses fresh ingredients, and dried spices aren’t worth bothering with. I find it interesting that spices are contained this way, by the average consumer, and kept out of sight like forbidden substances. In a similar manner, all deviant urges we may entertain are subsumed, submerged, subjugated, and subliminal. We don’t dare to try things, or add spice to our “normal” lives, and this reticence can have serious consequences. Meanwhile, all people would agree that flavor is essential for increased enjoyment, wouldn’t you say?
In the case of the individual who has the courage to crossdress, i.e. a male who dresses as a female, he is adding unmistakable flavor to his drab existence – if you use the analogy of adding spices to the food we eat, I think MtF crossdressing can be successfully explained in this manner. Indeed, I don’t believe there is any societal, political, or religious dogma that condemns the idea of “flavoring.” Some may protest, seeing ALL forms of hedonistic pleasure as excessive, unwise, or even sinful, but how can one be truly “spirited” if you don’t at least try to make things interesting?
I find it telling that people keep their spices in little bottles, neatly organized like some sort of demented paint box, and the containment and organization of same is more important than the use or experimentation one COULD be doing. Back in prehistoric times, when I was in art school, I made a little diagram of all the colors in my paint box, and I had MANY strange colors back then, way more than I needed. My painting teacher looked at my diagram, and then he looked at the dull painting I was working on. He then turned to me and said, with a straight face, “I don’t see these colors in your painting...” Much like the average consumer, I had the spices, but I didn’t make use of them. I have since ended my flavor-less imprisonment, and I use all the colors I have, even if they are seen as “wrong” by someone else’s standards...
Variety is indeed the spice of life, which means you should try many different kinds of experiences - trying different things keeps life (a zero-sum game) worth living. In this context, crossdressing qualifies as a VERY different kind of experience, but please don’t keep it bottled up...
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