Transvestia

dresses even though their outer appearance can reach fantastic heights of feminine realism. What is missing is the expression of the "girl-within". And with Virginia's permission I am going to take the liberty of quoting a passage from her Virgin Views (TVia 54) which I'd like to rub on the powdered noses of my WGF friends. "If they had half the girl within they claim they have, they would enjoy some of that "woman's work” cooking, washing, ironing, shopping, vacuuming, mopping, waxing, cleaning up - even taking care of their own clothing (Masculine and feminine)." (End of Virginia's quote)

We should read and re-read this paragraph because it contains a sad truth: that too many are simply fetishists. True, we have gone beyond the hosiery and lingerie phase of the typical fetishist, and have embraced a whole wardrobe with its accessories as a fetish. We like to dress from head to toe. We delight in this strictly mechanical operation which deals with concrete "things". But too many of us refuse to cross the threshold of Alice's mirror and actually enter into the world of femininity. With some TV's this becomes almost a phobia - at no time will they ever allow themselves to express the feminine. As a result our typical WGF will make no attempt to speak at least more softly or to modify somewhat his devastatingly masculine vocabulary. To say nothing of his movements, stance, walk, actions. But even those who do make an attempt (when they remember to do so) stay entirely away from the spiritual side of TVism. As Virginia says, perhaps this is because of the tremendous degree of insecurity of the average American Male. But I believe that the refusal of the TV to move and operate inside the feminine boundaries is still an expression of a deep-seated sense of guilt connected with his TVism.

As I mentioned a long time ago in one of these columns, this "holding on" to masculinity is more apparent than ever in a gathering of TV's with wives and GG's present. They seem to be saying: I must show them that despite my feminine appearance I have not lost one iota of masculinity and so I will make a point of talking, walking, drinking and eating more than ever as a he-man should. And talking about eating. At Casa Susanna I've had ample opportunity to see gorgeous looking TV's spreading one-quarter of a pound of butter on a slice of bread and then proceed to attack said slice with unparalleled ferocity. Femininity? Phoeey!