The summer sun slips into an early bed, the chill autumn evening replacing it. With the darkness, desires and thoughts creep into the minds of men. Thoughts and wants alien to their brothers. They begin to need. To want. Stealing themselves they find the cupboard and pull back the door. The items of their obsession peak out, tantalising; promising of times away from the normal world.
Welcome, to the unreal world of the transvestite. No-one can be told what it is to be trans, they must experience it for themselves. 🙂
[ Lyric from Rage Against the Machine’s Wake Up.]