Where is the line? It is drawn at the front door, behind the curtains, but I dance there in my private, guided cage.

How close to the fire can I dance and not get burned?

I have looked with envy on those who can spend time (weeks on end in some cases) being dressed, but the intoxication of being dressed, feeling right, and seeing the correct (or corrected) reflection looking back out of the mirror brings as much melancholy as it does joy most of the time.

If I spend too much time in EmilyMode it gets very hard to come back to the facade of my malemode.

I have to self monitor, appearances must be maintained.

To most, I am Ward Cleaver, not June.