I said to our marriage counselor that I regarded my desire to crossdress as a tapeworm- a significant drive within me, consuming resources and energy and demanding more all the time. He said sympathetically- couldn't we perhaps think of it in a more benign way- like a butterfly trying to wrestle free of its cocoon?
We went on to generalize that most of us have a variety of butterflies trying to emerge.
How do you feel about this metaphor for the drive to crossdress?
