I am a cross-dresser. Nothing more than a statement of fact. At this point in my life there is no more struggle with it, no more rationalizations, no more guilt, no more shame, no more purges - now there is an inner acceptance with it that has allowed me to make peace with myself and let it take its course. As for gender issues I don't feel like a man trapped in a woman's body, my feminine longings and acting out are purely homosexual. There are many things about being a man I like and do well. Speaking for myself it is incredibly intoxicating dressing as a woman. Anyone who has dabbled with cross dressing knows. The lure. The sensitivity. The excitement. The indulgence. The hidden self. The secret pleasures. The forbidden endeavor. The fantasy. The release.