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RANSVESTIA

What is the "cause” of cabbage or of alfalfa standing in the field? Some will say, "why the seed of course if the farmer hadn't sown the seed there would be no plants!" And of course that statement is true as far as it goes. But suppose he had gone thru the same sowing operation on a sandy desert or a deserted airport runway paved with cement? Ob- viously no growth. So the farmers field had the potential, the possi- bility of supporting plant growth by virtue of its nutrients, moisture, texture, etc. Just as naturally as seeds on cement don't produce a crop, so the best agricultural land in the world produces no crops without seed, so which is the "cause"? Obviously both.

What has all this to do with the above quotation and Femmiphilia? Just this. Events in our own individual past have provided the trig- gering mechanism, the precipitating factors in our development — the girls part in the play, the masquerade party, the punishment in a dress or just plain curiosity about our sisters panties or our mothers slip. The items and situations vary but they all serve to sow the seed. But as shown above seeds on cement don't grow. So the seeds of those experiences have to be sown into a fertile, ready and waiting field for them to sprout. And that is exactly what happened to all of us.

The nature of that fertile field is what has been so beautifully described by the authors of the opening quotation. They described your Mom and Dad, your older brothers and sisters, your neighbors, relatives and friends — in short society. It is the all encompassing and pervasive nature of the MASCULINE-FEMININE GAME that plows the field, ferti- lizes and waters it and gets it ready for the little seeds of events in our lives that lead to our cross-dressing interrests.

Go back to a couple of specific lines in the quotation, "If he were not playing masculine he might well be more feminine than she is," and "He desires her for her femininity which is his femininity but which he can never lay claim to." And further on, "he envies her her femininity—” and "He, coveting her unattainable femininity —" etc. It is precisely because the world around us — the society in which we grew up is permeated with this whole masculine-feminine pattern- the pink blanket-blue blanket syndrome I call it that we found ourselves so impressed, stimulated, fascinated, amazed, excited — pick your own best word — when we put on something feminine for the first time. Because we did find our own femin- inity and we found it in ourselves and it was good. We did not have to wait till we were old enough to date to find it in our girl friends. Of course we did because we were by then thoroughly enmeshed in the whole

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