And now for something completely different . . . .
First off, I love Reeses Peanut Butter Cups! I very rarely purchase them, because they are amazingly addictive, and I would eat them all the time if I allowed myself. But on the rare occasion I do indulge in the delectable, ambrosial, perfect combination of chocolate and peanut butter, each bite is a small taste of cheap candy heaven.
Does anyone remember the old Reeses’ television commercials way back in the day? Perhaps some here are too young, but I know many here have seen the commercials. Specifically, two innocent, unrelated strangers would casually and obliviously stroll down a sidewalk or street, one with chocolate, and one with peanut butter. Invariably, the two strangers would physically collide in some mishap of cosmic fortune and providence, thereby combining the chocolate with the peanut butter.
Stranger no. 1: “You got your peanut butter in my chocolate!”
Stranger no. 2: “You got your chocolate in my peanut butter!”
The result, of course, was the creation of cheap candy bar perfection, which, incidentally, was also brilliant in its pure simplicity. The cups only contain two primary ingredients – chocolate and peanut butter. How simple, after all, is that???!!!
Given the two primary ingredients, the analogy I am about to infer from the consumated union of chocolate and peanut butter probably has not been drawn here before, and undoubtedly with good reason. However, please give me points for originality, but also feel free to detract points for whatever reason(s) you may think the analogy is completely off the deep end. I have been off the deep end before, and I am sure I will be off in the deep end again in the future (hopefully), but I digress . . . .
With the premise that chocolate represents femininity, and that peanut butter represents masculinity, are you the perfection of the combination of the two, whatever that may be? In other words, are you a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Crossdresser? Or do you contain too much chocolate, or too much peanut butter for your tastes? If you are not a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Crossdresser, are you actively seeking more chocolate or peanut butter? Perhaps you are an entirely different candy bar altogether, and my analogy is just nuts. You tell me . . . .
By the way, just in case you were wondering, although I only indulge in the pleasure of consuming Reeses Peanut Butter Cups on rare occassion, I crossdress as often as I have the opportunity. I have no compunctions whatsoever about crossdressing over-indulgence!
