I woke up with an idea today. Perhaps some things should remain mysteries. If we try to look too hard into something, we destroy the fascination. Perhaps the point about my fascination with femininity is that it is a mystery to me. Girls are, lets face it, quite unfathomable; I’ve tried to work them out, to see what it feels like, but if I go too far down that road, the mystery vanishes. I’m not saying I’m going to stop my cross-dressing or experimentation, but I guess I should recognise that I am a guy, and I’m happy as a guy, and as a result of that womanhood will always be unfathomable. That is not to say I am not fascinated by those who do make that leap and cross that threshold and step fully into that other world.

As a crip, the same applies to talking clearly and the riding of bicycles.

Or cinephilia.