At the back of the hill

Warning: If you stay here long enough you will gain weight! Grazing here strongly suggests that you are either omnivorous, or a glutton. And you might like cheese-doodles.
BTW: I'm presently searching for another person who likes cheese-doodles.
Please form a caseophilic line to the right. Thank you.

Friday, September 03, 2010

GIRL JUST GOTTA HAVE FUN!

As a child I was exposed to much the same literature as others of my age - talking animals, strange creatures performing marvelous exploits, and men transforming into monsters - Beatrix Potter, Lloyd Alexander, and Robert A. Heinlein or even some grotty Frenchman.
Plus magic, mythology, folk tales, and Germanic and Celtic legends.

In addition to a hedgehog that did laundry and a wondrous pig, I also learned about witches, warlocks, vampires, and werewolves, along with shapeshifters, avatars, and magical beasts in disguise.
I am a sleek panther crossing the roof tops of the city, I am a crow pecking at a cadaver.
In my mind my scales reflect gold and I chew cattle bones.

This, naturally, brings up cross-dressing.

What if one could at will change one's gender? Be a were-sexual, as it were?


GENDERALLY SPEAKING

What it would be like to be "the widow Betty", elegant and wistful in mourning weeds?
Which seductive hue of lipstick would be appropriate? Do corsets also come in black? Are high-heels REALLY that idiotic?

1. Morocco by Laura Paige; 2. yes they do; 3. and yes they are. Painful too.

[
Morocco: "Keep your lips soft, subtle and beautiful with this creamy, smooth, lasting lipstick that glides on sheer, sensual colour. Delivers a radiant, smooth finish that keeps lips soft and supple all day".]

The first answer is based on good taste, the second on profound research, the third on a connoisseur's knowledge of anatomy.

I do not have to experiment, no testing is required.
I'm not buying black anytime soon.

Like Ranma Nibun-no-Ichi, the actual form is immaterial. Ranma shifts back and forth between being a boy and being a girl, but remains the same person, even if in his feminine form he is capable of putting on the blinky-eyed little babydoll act, for entirely selfish and manipulative man-child motives. He remains a boy, no matter how curvaceous and downright sexy his female incarnation.

I am not like Ranma, but far more like grandmaster Happosai.

"The very definition of a dirty old man, Happosai is the grandmaster and founder of the Anything Goes Martial Arts school. Genma and Soun were his original disciples, but they got fed up having to steal lingerie and food for the old lecher and decided to try and finish him off. They were quite surprised when he showed up many years later to make them miserable and find a successor in the Art. Unfortunately for Ranma, he was the incorrigible old freak's choice. He is an immensely skilled and powerful martial artist, with but one weakness: bras, panties, and pantyhose. Happosai is so obscenely addicted to his perversion that he suffers from withdrawal if he goes without them for an extended period. He is always scheming to get people to help him on his "panty raids", but often gets disrupted by Ranma, boosting his dislike for the boy, though ironically he lusts after his female form. It seems as though he always shows up at the most inconvenient moments. Happosai can go to great lengths to ruin the life of anyone that displeases him, but usually chooses silly methods. He nonetheless shows a soft spot for children." [Source: WIKIPEDIA]

We all have an image of ourselves as different characters in a tale. Sometimes it closely overlaps reality, sometimes it differs enormously. Suffice to say that in reality Happosai and I are not at all alike.
I am totally not interested in panty hose.

Some men are. Interested in pantyhose, that is. Being what fills the stockings, rather than feeling the filled stockings.

They don't have gender-issues, really, they know exactly what they like and what they are.
They just choose to be differently engendered.

One of my favourite people dresses up like a hard-nosed office-bitch type to go out to dinner with friends, which are followed by cocktails in a quiet and tasteful dive. He's been doing it for years, and is entirely the lady.
His girlfriend has known about it for a long time now, but accepts that occasionally he just needs to be herself. As do we.

You go, girl.

It's cool.

He's the same person, whether he's wearing a banker's suit or a trim little skirt.
Sometimes it takes a real man to be a lady.
I am always in awe of the flexibility and breadth of his self-image.

And sweet Jesus, do his legs look great in panty hose!


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2 Comments:

  • At 10:59 AM, Blogger Tzipporah said…

    Mrs. Tiggiewinkle!

    Sorry, did you say something else?

     
  • At 1:28 AM, Anonymous pedantically amphibious said…

    Strictly speaking, Ranma Saotome isn't a cross-dresser. I'm not entirely clear on what he/she is exactly, but not exactly a cross-dresser.

     

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