Yes, that dialog is from the intro the the six million dollar man.
My gyroscope is out. I'm totally off balance. While I still feel connected with the CD issue and community, I'm not interested in dressing right now. I doubt even a pair of black shiny 4" stilettos and a brocade corset could interest me right now. I feel totally drab, totally male.
One month ago, I was obsessed with dressing. Eight weeks ago, I came out to my wife, after three decades of hiding this. I think maybe my initial obsession had something to do with a new found freedom, and a measure of acceptance from my wife, and a possibly pathologic desire to dissect what makes me tick.
I have had long periods in my life where my CD tendencies were dormant, but I always put them down to lack of opportunity, or to being dead tired from work. In summer,for instance, I don't think about it much because I am less likely to pass, not shaving my legs; I am hesitant to flaunt it in consistent bright light, not wearing shorts when everyone else is, no bare legs, etc. But I have never had a situation before where it is NOT summer, where I have FREEDOM to dress, and acceptance of my wife, and been.... well..... so what? I'd rather play hockey today.
Do you think I'm in some disequilibrium from the crazy events of the last 2 months, or do some of you feel the same way every so often? I'm not talking about not wanting to take 2 hours to dress and do my makeup, I'm talking about feeling lukewarm about the idea of dressing in general. As is increasingly the case, I will define myself and my idea of normal, based on your collective casual responses. MK
PS I really do value this forum. It's like Robinson Crusoe finding another high heel footprint in the sand.