I don’t know why I bother reading pro-crossdressing blogs and forums. Here I sit day after day wearing women’s clothes, and when I read what’s on the mind of other crossdressers I wonder if we’re even the same species; it seems like their values and priorities are so separated from mine that we have nothing in common but a preference for dresses over pants.
Recently a discussion came up that started with a crossdresser boasting that crossdressers are better women than women; we put them to shame because we care more about our appearance. He then went into detail about how much time and care he puts into shaping eyebrows, wearing makeup, and otherwise making himself as attractive as possible. The subsequent comments were all in the same vein — one boasted about how many dozens of pairs of shoes and pantyhose, “over sixty” pairs of panties, countless dresses and skirts and bras for every occasion. The discussion so enraged me that berating the participants there wasn’t enough; I feel compelled to continue my rant here.
I have known women just that vain and shallow, and I put as much distance between us as I possibly could. For a man to claim superiority over women because he is even more vain… I am just speechless. I suppose there but for the grace of God go I, but if my priorities ever get that skewed I pray that I will be struck down on the spot.
Here and elsewhere I have preached the importance of not judging; I am painfully aware that the only difference between what I do and what others do, however alien or abhorrent to me (within the bounds of adult consent) is an insignificant degree of separation. If I am to expect others to accept the clothes I choose to wear, I also must accept a man who is only happy in diapers, or believes himself to be female, or prefers the company of a male romantic partner, or whatever. But I cannot condone the arrogance of condemning others on the basis that they do NOT share our tastes.
Or to put it another way — the only thing I am intolerant of is intolerance.