In all the times I spent cross-dressing or lost in a pink fog I don't think I ever really truly desired to be a woman.
Women are mortal by that I mean they live in other words they have a life. A woman's life like any other mortal being is full of a mixture of triumphs and tragedies, joy and sadness, fears and loves, responsibilities and recreations... you know, life. No what I really wanted was to be a goddess like Venus. To be nothing more than the incarnation of feminine beauty, love/lust, and sex. I want to be as elegant as a bride on her wedding day, as sultry as a Latina femme fatal, as glamorous as a 40's pin up, as seductive as a busty stripper, and as cute and sweet as the girl next door. I want to be those examples and many more, both separately and all at once. I want only their moments of beauty and their feelings of pleasure all the time, something only a goddess of old could ever possess. A goddess always beautiful, always feeling joy, without a care in the world.
But goddesses are immortal by that I mean they don't live in other words they don't have a life. I am merely a mortal man and I have a life. A life that is mine and that I enjoy. A life I would spend trying to reach those goddesslike heights on Icarus' wings only to have them melt before crashing back to earth. It is a life too short to be wasted on such ephemeral thing like beauty and ecstasies. it is a life best lived with a mixture of triumphs and tragedies, joy and sadness, fears and loves, responsibilities and recreations, that we all share as human beings. And in the end it is life which is supposed to be shared with a woman.