[SIZE="2"]I was thinking about poison the other night. No, not the fragrance, and definitely NOT the “rock” band. I was making a painting with white lead (yes, THAT white lead), and I got to thinking about any and all things poisonous...
Poison seems to be my companion in life – when I paint I have the option to use lead white, along with other “heavy” pigments, while turpentine fumes often permeate my studio. In the realm of printmaking, specifically etching, I am heavily involved with corrosive acids, benzene, and an etching solution known as Dutch Mordant, which produces chlorine gas when first mixed. Many times I resemble a biohazard technician, or a WWI soldier, wearing my ubiquitous respirator...
Living and working on a farm, I came in contact with DDT, bottles of nicotine solution, and all manner of herbicides. I should also mention my many bouts with poison ivy and poison dogwood, the latter being especially painful, since I was once surrounded by the stuff. Luckily, I am alive and well, despite the dangers. Of course, I am also a crossdresser, of the MtF persuasion, so I am poisonous to society. I don’t mean to be, but I am...
Well, that’s what I’m hearing, or seeing, or feeling, and I’m a sensitive guy (I mean girl). If something is poisonous, it is harmful or destructive to happiness or welfare, not to mention corruptive, baneful, or pernicious. Crossdressing may be the bane of someone’s existence, if it emerges, unwanted, deteriorating the “standard” one is accustomed to. I, the crossdresser, am poisonous. I should, by way or warning, wear a dress with a tiny skull and crossbones pattern...
I’m just going by what I see on this site, namely the many stories of familial corruption or destruction caused by the poisonous presence of crossdressing. It spoils everything, I guess, even though crossdressing should be seen for what it is – BENIGN. Am I going from sound to unsound, taking you along for the ride? No. Do I foster depravity, and perversion of all moral principles? No. Am I dangerous and deadly? No. Do I crossdress to upset the integrity of normal human sexual relations? No. Please relax – I KNOW I’m not inherently poisonous, and I wish you no harm...
Much like actual poison, you can keep crossdressing contained, but it needs to break out and gain a share of that living space that others take for granted. I don’t exist to contaminate others, but I am unfairly judged to be dangerous – not physically, of course, but mentally, capable of turning society on its ear, planting poisonous thoughts in the hearts and minds of the young. Really, all we want to do is allay the poison of complacency, or, at the very least, wear panties...
Yeah! I AM poison! Can I hear an amen? [/SIZE]