Frédérique
03-15-2012, 04:36 PM
“Nature is modest, and the artist should be so in his addresses to her.” (Thomas Gainsborough)
Let me tell you, boys WILL be girls – it’s only inevitable. The sexes (genders, for you PC types) are very close together, and they both share the same emotions that are either exhibited or repressed, according to what others think, or allow you to do. Not only that, male and female bodies share many of the same characteristics – there are two arms, two legs, two feet, two hands, plus a head perched on a neck, itself positioned between two shoulders. So, clothes designed for one gender can be easily worn by the other, perhaps with a few minor modifications. I insist that the urge a boy has to try on girl’s clothes is natural and should be expected, according to his own level of curiosity, courage, and inherent (repressed) modesty...
I’m not suggesting that girls are inherently modest, in fact they may openly embrace immodesty, the very thing boys are expected to be “full of.” When a boy approaches that blessed moment when he will try on girl’s clothes for the first time, he is tapping into a moderate or humble opinion of his own value, i.e. putting aside the “male” to enter the realm of the senses. Maybe the boy is shy and reserved by nature, so he is unconsciously drawn to pretty dresses like a moth to a flame. He may be quiet and reserved in appearance, somewhat bashful, not to mention at odds with his male peers, so he seeks out something that will sooth his nervous apart-ness. Referencing the quote above, the boy addresses himself by dressing his “self.” Nature is modest, and dressing-up is an adventure in modesty, drawing you closer to a larger, all-enveloping truth...
As I said, girl’s clothes beckon to the boy, quite naturally, and he can slip into them without much effort, as long as he mentally overcomes the “hump” of wrongness that may exist in his mind (placed there by others). One’s natural “language” helps to surmount the obstacles and bound into a new existence. Nature is the essential character of a thing, or the essence that makes something what it is – in the case of the boy, he possesses an inborn character or that innate disposition that propels the pre-crossdresser to cross the imaginary line. Many outsiders would say that crossdressing is unnatural, but I feel it is VERY natural – crossdressing exists in a state provided by nature, after all. The MtF CD’er seeks to be at ease with his “self,” i.e. natural...
How can something that feels so right be seen as unnatural, or even freakish, by those around you? More importantly, how can something that IS natural be so...artificial? Enter the artist! If you crossdress, in this case start as a male and dress yourself up as a female, you are an artist. You are making something (namely you) into an imitation of something natural, manipulating form to create beauty. Crossdressing is creative work, since it involves the power of performing certain actions – in short, you are a work of art! They say that art stands opposed to nature, but I feel it gets you more in touch with nature. I don’t see art as a contrivance, nor is it a scheme to deceive the public (or oneself). The art of crossdressing is aesthetically satisfying and innately felt to be RIGHT because it is so very natural...
So, you’re in your beloved dress, and you are now ready to “address” nature, in this case YOUR own (modest) nature, the nature everyone has done their level best to deny you. But, hang on – everybody now thinks you’re some kind of freak, or a freak of nature. You are seen as queer, or abnormal, or maybe just oddly different. Some will think you’re a monstrosity, the embodiment of a mindset that is dangerous to society – all this because you were trying to be more natural, or real, and get in touch with something forbidden. Think of it as redemption, a recovery or rescue of one’s self before it gets away for good – I really believe in this original state, before the genders were pried apart and kept apart by those around you. You can make yourself WHOLE again by doing a little something that you were never meant to do. The dress slips on so easily – ah!
Years ago I lived on a farm with a large percentage of woods on the premises. I loved the woods, so I would enter the forest and just walk around, looking up at the trees as they swayed in the gentle breezes, or down at the ground to see the Lady Slippers, Trilliums, and Wintergreen berries. It was a magical place, especially when the fog rolled in from the nearby Atlantic. I felt like I was immersed in nature, and I would often go into the woods to be alone with my thoughts. When I began to crossdress, I quite naturally dressed up to walk through the forest, adding the sensation of vulnerability to my already overloaded senses. Each day I would go farther and farther, deeper and deeper, until I reached a state where the boy disappeared completely – it became very natural to be dressed as a girl; in fact it made perfect sense to “address” nature in this manner...
Here’s a confession - I used to amble though the woods naked (or nude if you prefer), just enjoying being alive and IN nature. I felt somewhat vulnerable, because someone could come along at any moment, yet I believed in my own invincibility, and I loved to take calculated risks. When I would traverse the woods en femme, I would feel VERY vulnerable, knowing that any detection would be an insult to my cultivated, albeit natural state. It was just me and nature, just as it should be, and I sought a state of grace under the canopy of trees – “Like a cathedral” my female friend once pronounced. I think a lot about the forest I left behind, a place I knew intimately, and a place where I could be the real “me,” since nature harbors no censure for the crossdresser...
So, boys WILL be girls – it’s inevitable and natural, and it should be expected. Do you agree? :straightface:
Let me tell you, boys WILL be girls – it’s only inevitable. The sexes (genders, for you PC types) are very close together, and they both share the same emotions that are either exhibited or repressed, according to what others think, or allow you to do. Not only that, male and female bodies share many of the same characteristics – there are two arms, two legs, two feet, two hands, plus a head perched on a neck, itself positioned between two shoulders. So, clothes designed for one gender can be easily worn by the other, perhaps with a few minor modifications. I insist that the urge a boy has to try on girl’s clothes is natural and should be expected, according to his own level of curiosity, courage, and inherent (repressed) modesty...
I’m not suggesting that girls are inherently modest, in fact they may openly embrace immodesty, the very thing boys are expected to be “full of.” When a boy approaches that blessed moment when he will try on girl’s clothes for the first time, he is tapping into a moderate or humble opinion of his own value, i.e. putting aside the “male” to enter the realm of the senses. Maybe the boy is shy and reserved by nature, so he is unconsciously drawn to pretty dresses like a moth to a flame. He may be quiet and reserved in appearance, somewhat bashful, not to mention at odds with his male peers, so he seeks out something that will sooth his nervous apart-ness. Referencing the quote above, the boy addresses himself by dressing his “self.” Nature is modest, and dressing-up is an adventure in modesty, drawing you closer to a larger, all-enveloping truth...
As I said, girl’s clothes beckon to the boy, quite naturally, and he can slip into them without much effort, as long as he mentally overcomes the “hump” of wrongness that may exist in his mind (placed there by others). One’s natural “language” helps to surmount the obstacles and bound into a new existence. Nature is the essential character of a thing, or the essence that makes something what it is – in the case of the boy, he possesses an inborn character or that innate disposition that propels the pre-crossdresser to cross the imaginary line. Many outsiders would say that crossdressing is unnatural, but I feel it is VERY natural – crossdressing exists in a state provided by nature, after all. The MtF CD’er seeks to be at ease with his “self,” i.e. natural...
How can something that feels so right be seen as unnatural, or even freakish, by those around you? More importantly, how can something that IS natural be so...artificial? Enter the artist! If you crossdress, in this case start as a male and dress yourself up as a female, you are an artist. You are making something (namely you) into an imitation of something natural, manipulating form to create beauty. Crossdressing is creative work, since it involves the power of performing certain actions – in short, you are a work of art! They say that art stands opposed to nature, but I feel it gets you more in touch with nature. I don’t see art as a contrivance, nor is it a scheme to deceive the public (or oneself). The art of crossdressing is aesthetically satisfying and innately felt to be RIGHT because it is so very natural...
So, you’re in your beloved dress, and you are now ready to “address” nature, in this case YOUR own (modest) nature, the nature everyone has done their level best to deny you. But, hang on – everybody now thinks you’re some kind of freak, or a freak of nature. You are seen as queer, or abnormal, or maybe just oddly different. Some will think you’re a monstrosity, the embodiment of a mindset that is dangerous to society – all this because you were trying to be more natural, or real, and get in touch with something forbidden. Think of it as redemption, a recovery or rescue of one’s self before it gets away for good – I really believe in this original state, before the genders were pried apart and kept apart by those around you. You can make yourself WHOLE again by doing a little something that you were never meant to do. The dress slips on so easily – ah!
Years ago I lived on a farm with a large percentage of woods on the premises. I loved the woods, so I would enter the forest and just walk around, looking up at the trees as they swayed in the gentle breezes, or down at the ground to see the Lady Slippers, Trilliums, and Wintergreen berries. It was a magical place, especially when the fog rolled in from the nearby Atlantic. I felt like I was immersed in nature, and I would often go into the woods to be alone with my thoughts. When I began to crossdress, I quite naturally dressed up to walk through the forest, adding the sensation of vulnerability to my already overloaded senses. Each day I would go farther and farther, deeper and deeper, until I reached a state where the boy disappeared completely – it became very natural to be dressed as a girl; in fact it made perfect sense to “address” nature in this manner...
Here’s a confession - I used to amble though the woods naked (or nude if you prefer), just enjoying being alive and IN nature. I felt somewhat vulnerable, because someone could come along at any moment, yet I believed in my own invincibility, and I loved to take calculated risks. When I would traverse the woods en femme, I would feel VERY vulnerable, knowing that any detection would be an insult to my cultivated, albeit natural state. It was just me and nature, just as it should be, and I sought a state of grace under the canopy of trees – “Like a cathedral” my female friend once pronounced. I think a lot about the forest I left behind, a place I knew intimately, and a place where I could be the real “me,” since nature harbors no censure for the crossdresser...
So, boys WILL be girls – it’s inevitable and natural, and it should be expected. Do you agree? :straightface: