“One and one don’t make two, one and one make one...” (Pete Townshend)
Is gender really that important? In the great “scheme” of things, I mean...
IT has been already been discussed, and re-discussed, “it” being this idea that we all have elements or characteristics of each gender within us all, so what’s the big deal about gender? Is it that important to be one thing or the other, namely definitely M or definitely F? Why can’t we be borne aloft on the curious gender-unspecific wings of caprice and simply enjoy our brief time alive? Why subscribe to societal conformity via gender separation? I don’t get it...
Looking at this site from the outside, and the angst-ridden discussions therein, I get the feeling that lots of individuals feel they must abandon one gender for the other, making a difficult choice they feel they must make, if only to make sense out of their existence, while others seem happy to play with reality within the constraints of their existence. In short, who cares WHAT you are?
This may not be the concern of your average MtF crossdresser, but as soon as he dons his chosen uniform of perversion his mind is filled with unwanted thoughts. Was I really meant to be a female (or girl, if you prefer)? Am I a female trapped in a male body? Do I have to get REALLY serious about what I’m doing? Where is this leading me? The questions are never-ending...
However, why can’t you simply crossdress, have some fun, and leave it at that? Why can’t you enjoy the “magic” that comes along with dressing against your birth gender, and leave all the troubling questions about gender at the door? Why can’t you simply embrace gender-fluidity, and dispense with gender-rigidity? I’m addressing those who crossdress purely for pleasure, and NOT those whose everyday dressing IS crossdressing in the eyes of society. In my little self-made universe, you can be one thing or another, according to how you’re dressed, and the smiles just come naturally...
Oh, the consternation about gender! As far as I’m concerned, I’m lucky to be alive, so let’s live a little – MtF crossdressing is just one thing I do for pleasure, and it never ceases to be pleasurable, at least until I bump into someone who insists I’m way off base. I’m not saying that one person is right and the other person is wrong, but I think we humans continually bypass enjoyment to look into the meaning of things, even when there is none. This is unnecessary, in (as I wrote above) the great scheme of things. I have only so much time available to me, or left to me, and I’m going to do my little taboo thing to have some fun – I think this is called, “Damn the torpedoes, FULL SPEED AHEAD!”
When I wake up in the morning, I have no doubts about my gender, and yet my closet is full of femme goodies that would tell the nearest observer that SOMETHING else is going on, and that something is gender confusion. That’s not the case, I’m here to say (or write), in fact my own personal brand of crossdressing is no big deal, never has been, and never will be. I have a firm grasp on my gender, truth be told (use your imagination), but it’s not all that important. My crossdressing is just a tool I use to create happiness, and THAT is the important thing...
Is gender really THAT important, dear friends?
I know, I know, I know, gender is probably VERY important to you, but how did you get that way?