Frédérique
12-26-2012, 03:11 AM
Nah! I'm just nuts--and you are too.
No, not THAT kind of fruitcake! :doh:
Fruitcakes tend to proliferate during the holiday season, and everyone seems to have an opinion about them, usually voiced in the negative. Also, a general dislike of fruitcakes is put forth in the media, based on something somebody said, or heard, as if the word “fruitcake” was a stand-alone punch line to a bad joke. Once upon a time, everybody encountered their first fruit cake, and an impression was formed, either good or bad. If you had eaten (or tried to eat) a bad fruitcake, you will remember it forever, and you will pass along the un-truth that ALL fruitcakes are BAD. On the other hand, if you have ever had a really good fruitcake, you will wonder what all the fuss is about – your first impression was a joy, and you will live in constant desire of more fruitcakes. Such a person in not afraid to try things, and they tend to form their own opinions...
How does this fruitcake dissertation relate to crossdressing? Well, how many people have formed an opinion of crossdressing based on their first encounter with this curious, yet natural, form of human behavior, in this instance a man dressing up as a woman? If the first crossdressing that you encountered was for comedic purposes, that impression will color your days. If you grew up in an intensely homophobic environment, perhaps reinforced by the company you insist on keeping, you will already have an opinion of crossdressers in place, no matter what people like me say (or write). If someone in authority told you that crossdressing, along with any other form of deviancy, was wrong, you will no doubt struggle with the urge to crossdress, beset by guilt and a sense of “right.” Just like the first fruitcake you encountered, you will always return to that first memory and tell others about it. How to turn a bad experience into a good one? It ain’t easy, my friends...
My mother made wonderful fruitcakes, more fruit than cake (VERY moist), and we had them year-round with our tea at 3 PM every afternoon. I never met a fruitcake I didn’t enjoy, but I haven’t gone round the world sampling every one, either – I assume there are a few bad ones out there. However, when I was a boy, nobody ever told me that crossdressing was wrong – I think it was beyond the topics that most parents of my generation would touch upon, which means I was looking beyond the pale in terms of probability. The first crossdressing that I came across was beautiful and NOT comedic. I kept thinking to myself, “Oh, I can do THAT...” Cool! I was a lucky boy, no doubt about it. When I first encountered drag I was disappointed (still am), since it was contrary to my first impression of crossdressing. Thanks to my loving sister, I grew up in a non-homophobic environment, with plenty of, “Don’t tell me what I can or cannot do...” and “You can do whatever you want” wafting into my tender mind. As such, I investigated, experimented, and explored to my heart’s content (still do). I know that all crossdressers, like all fruitcakes, are not alike because I come to everything with an already opened mind. I think that’s called being not prejudiced...
All things being considered, if my mother were alive today I would be deeply in the closet, since she would no doubt disapprove of her son’s...er...hobby. Of course, I could still under-dress and wear my panties during the daily fruitcake ritual, held under the trees outdoors if the weather was seasonal, or close to the wood-burning stove on chilly days. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, just like you can’t change some people's opinions about fruitcakes, or opinions about the act of crossdressing, or opinions in general. Yeah, we MUST all be nuts! Please pass the sugar, I mean fruitcake, darling...
Have you ever enjoyed a really GOOD fruitcake? What was your first impression of MtF crossdressing? Are you now, or have you ever been, a fruitcake? :heehee:
No, not THAT kind of fruitcake! :doh:
Fruitcakes tend to proliferate during the holiday season, and everyone seems to have an opinion about them, usually voiced in the negative. Also, a general dislike of fruitcakes is put forth in the media, based on something somebody said, or heard, as if the word “fruitcake” was a stand-alone punch line to a bad joke. Once upon a time, everybody encountered their first fruit cake, and an impression was formed, either good or bad. If you had eaten (or tried to eat) a bad fruitcake, you will remember it forever, and you will pass along the un-truth that ALL fruitcakes are BAD. On the other hand, if you have ever had a really good fruitcake, you will wonder what all the fuss is about – your first impression was a joy, and you will live in constant desire of more fruitcakes. Such a person in not afraid to try things, and they tend to form their own opinions...
How does this fruitcake dissertation relate to crossdressing? Well, how many people have formed an opinion of crossdressing based on their first encounter with this curious, yet natural, form of human behavior, in this instance a man dressing up as a woman? If the first crossdressing that you encountered was for comedic purposes, that impression will color your days. If you grew up in an intensely homophobic environment, perhaps reinforced by the company you insist on keeping, you will already have an opinion of crossdressers in place, no matter what people like me say (or write). If someone in authority told you that crossdressing, along with any other form of deviancy, was wrong, you will no doubt struggle with the urge to crossdress, beset by guilt and a sense of “right.” Just like the first fruitcake you encountered, you will always return to that first memory and tell others about it. How to turn a bad experience into a good one? It ain’t easy, my friends...
My mother made wonderful fruitcakes, more fruit than cake (VERY moist), and we had them year-round with our tea at 3 PM every afternoon. I never met a fruitcake I didn’t enjoy, but I haven’t gone round the world sampling every one, either – I assume there are a few bad ones out there. However, when I was a boy, nobody ever told me that crossdressing was wrong – I think it was beyond the topics that most parents of my generation would touch upon, which means I was looking beyond the pale in terms of probability. The first crossdressing that I came across was beautiful and NOT comedic. I kept thinking to myself, “Oh, I can do THAT...” Cool! I was a lucky boy, no doubt about it. When I first encountered drag I was disappointed (still am), since it was contrary to my first impression of crossdressing. Thanks to my loving sister, I grew up in a non-homophobic environment, with plenty of, “Don’t tell me what I can or cannot do...” and “You can do whatever you want” wafting into my tender mind. As such, I investigated, experimented, and explored to my heart’s content (still do). I know that all crossdressers, like all fruitcakes, are not alike because I come to everything with an already opened mind. I think that’s called being not prejudiced...
All things being considered, if my mother were alive today I would be deeply in the closet, since she would no doubt disapprove of her son’s...er...hobby. Of course, I could still under-dress and wear my panties during the daily fruitcake ritual, held under the trees outdoors if the weather was seasonal, or close to the wood-burning stove on chilly days. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, just like you can’t change some people's opinions about fruitcakes, or opinions about the act of crossdressing, or opinions in general. Yeah, we MUST all be nuts! Please pass the sugar, I mean fruitcake, darling...
Have you ever enjoyed a really GOOD fruitcake? What was your first impression of MtF crossdressing? Are you now, or have you ever been, a fruitcake? :heehee: