Lisa/Anders - Ninja Transvestit Danmark
I was wearing a jacket 1
Men are beasts and as such should be disciplined at least once in a while to assert, that they may have been giving the very key to paradise it self, but at present date down here on earth, women ARE paradise and should be adequately treasured and worshiped.
Guided by immaculate female intuition, I determined that to day was the day to put my foot down and so I ordered my male side to take the day off.
To which he as predicted protested saying things like ”getting behind with..” , ”His duty to..”, ”Important real life activities that..” Bla bla bla, and so on. I have found it best in these cases to just wait men out patiently, letting them rant through what ever arguments could seem even worth listening to. Eventually after a while they always begin to repeat themself and as that happened I patiently stated ”Are you finished!”
Patting his hand gently I said in motherly way ”You must understand Anders that what I do is art, it is beyond time, schedule and the practical elemental sphere that you call society and, to use your own words, ”Important real life activites”. I Lisa the princess, contribute beauty, compassion, and hope to the world, not a single day passes by without the great fashion house's as Versace, Dior and Yves Saint Laurent direct their gaze towards me as Muslims to Mekka, women across the world daily in tense anticipation await my pictures with great admiration hoping and dreaming that one day they themself might become a transvestite, and we must not forget the new generation of youth, young girls who every day feel to identify with my views and visions on fashion, not to speak of my insight bordering to revelations into femininity and femalism. Where as on the other hand what you do Anders is.. well to be frank quite ordinary, anyone could do it really.”
Obviously this offended his male pride, making him blunder so far as to make the ultimate mistake mentioning the word ”equality”.
I explained to him that men at heart are evil, destructive and non cooperative creatures, and that allowed to ”run wild” these malicious weaknesses lead only to decay, death and entropy. Where as women are kind, creative and social creatures and that these strengths are given to hold men in check on the bad things they, by nature, are prone to do.
He crossed his arms in that childish obstinate way, mumbling something ridiculous between his teeth about men being productive or something. I took a patient deep breath, sighed and asked. ”And just who startet, fought and lost every war on this planet the last 10.000 years?”
To which he muttered something along the lines of ”Well.. ”
Raising my eyebrows slightly I inquired ”Have you by any chance been in the military?”
”Ehm.. yes.. but that was WAY back when..”
”Say no more!” I interrupted raising my hand to his lips. ”I think this prove my very point and whatever atrocities you may, or may not have commited best be left untold.” I raised my hand signaling silence and somehow his intuitive obedience to this gesture, plus of course that pathetic wounded-puppy-denied-its-favourite-bone look, made me feel, out of the goodness of my gracious heart, magnanimous. ”I shall wear something extra special just for you.” I said pinching his cheek, Which immediately contributed his lips a quite sincere smile.
So as you may realize I was forced to sort of blend my usual fashionable stylish angle, with the more.. well.. primitive, pragmatic look which men in their barbarism find so arousing.
Btw. The ”ripped pantyhose” angle was inspired by me overhearing someone say ”... That just look SOOO slutty!” - Hmmm... I thought.
Transvestit København Danmark
I was wearing a jacket 1
Men are beasts and as such should be disciplined at least once in a while to assert, that they may have been giving the very key to paradise it self, but at present date down here on earth, women ARE paradise and should be adequately treasured and worshiped.
Guided by immaculate female intuition, I determined that to day was the day to put my foot down and so I ordered my male side to take the day off.
To which he as predicted protested saying things like ”getting behind with..” , ”His duty to..”, ”Important real life activities that..” Bla bla bla, and so on. I have found it best in these cases to just wait men out patiently, letting them rant through what ever arguments could seem even worth listening to. Eventually after a while they always begin to repeat themself and as that happened I patiently stated ”Are you finished!”
Patting his hand gently I said in motherly way ”You must understand Anders that what I do is art, it is beyond time, schedule and the practical elemental sphere that you call society and, to use your own words, ”Important real life activites”. I Lisa the princess, contribute beauty, compassion, and hope to the world, not a single day passes by without the great fashion house's as Versace, Dior and Yves Saint Laurent direct their gaze towards me as Muslims to Mekka, women across the world daily in tense anticipation await my pictures with great admiration hoping and dreaming that one day they themself might become a transvestite, and we must not forget the new generation of youth, young girls who every day feel to identify with my views and visions on fashion, not to speak of my insight bordering to revelations into femininity and femalism. Where as on the other hand what you do Anders is.. well to be frank quite ordinary, anyone could do it really.”
Obviously this offended his male pride, making him blunder so far as to make the ultimate mistake mentioning the word ”equality”.
I explained to him that men at heart are evil, destructive and non cooperative creatures, and that allowed to ”run wild” these malicious weaknesses lead only to decay, death and entropy. Where as women are kind, creative and social creatures and that these strengths are given to hold men in check on the bad things they, by nature, are prone to do.
He crossed his arms in that childish obstinate way, mumbling something ridiculous between his teeth about men being productive or something. I took a patient deep breath, sighed and asked. ”And just who startet, fought and lost every war on this planet the last 10.000 years?”
To which he muttered something along the lines of ”Well.. ”
Raising my eyebrows slightly I inquired ”Have you by any chance been in the military?”
”Ehm.. yes.. but that was WAY back when..”
”Say no more!” I interrupted raising my hand to his lips. ”I think this prove my very point and whatever atrocities you may, or may not have commited best be left untold.” I raised my hand signaling silence and somehow his intuitive obedience to this gesture, plus of course that pathetic wounded-puppy-denied-its-favourite-bone look, made me feel, out of the goodness of my gracious heart, magnanimous. ”I shall wear something extra special just for you.” I said pinching his cheek, Which immediately contributed his lips a quite sincere smile.
So as you may realize I was forced to sort of blend my usual fashionable stylish angle, with the more.. well.. primitive, pragmatic look which men in their barbarism find so arousing.
Btw. The ”ripped pantyhose” angle was inspired by me overhearing someone say ”... That just look SOOO slutty!” - Hmmm... I thought.
Transvestit København Danmark