As a BOY, I was immature. I remember once driving fast down a road, chasing my friends car and throwing pennies at it because it was COOL. I remember watching guys in college get girls super drunk so they could sleep with them, and I thought they were cool. I remember thinking it was cool to drink a lot, smoke a lot and swear a lot. I mean, that's what made me a man, or so I thought.
Then I had to grow up and became a man. I had to survive getting an engineering degree. I had to support a family. I had to lead people at work who in many cases were smarter than me and in most cases were lazier than me. The hangover the next day meant I turned in crappy homework. I would come home and everyone wanted to go "out," but I was exhausted because I stayed late to fix an engineering casualty, and all I wanted to do was relax. As a MAN, I realized that the things I thought were cool as a BOY were now annoying. I knew who showed up late to work with a hangover because I had done that in the past. I started to set a better example. I worked to inspire those around me and help make them better. I realized that the short thrills I got as a BOY never compared to the thrill of watching someone, particularly a young person, mature in part due to my guidance.
Society pushes the message that being a MAN is easy. It's not. Being a BOY is easy. In fact, being a BOY is really easy when you have a steady job, because you have all the money in the world to spend on frivolous things. Being a MAN, well, it's not as interesting or sensational to write about in the news, so you don't see a lot of that.
Where does the CROSSDRESSER fit in? Well, being a MAN is taxing. For me, changing into something else for a while is much more relaxing. Some people change into BOYs (we see it all the time in the news), but for me, being a CROSSDRESSER is way more fun. I get that opportunity to enjoy the female world for a while. It helps me appreciate at least a little bit what real WOMEN go through (rather than the over-sexualized version of women we too often see on the TV). It's a different feeling looking at a mirror and thinking you look sexy instead of looking handsome. I get to enjoy shopping and be a lot more light-hearted in conversation. Not everything becomes a problem that I'm expected to fix. But being a CROSSDRESSER has lots of downs too, so at some point the fun wears out and I go back to being a MAN.
Maybe it's different for other people, but that's how the learning experience has been for me.



Which can be stressful, potentially embarrassing, confrontational, even dangerous in some circumstances... and even those of us in the closet sometimes do so with a whole lot more excitement than we seek when the doorbell rings, the garage door opens unexpectedly... and so on...

