Lisa/Anders - Ninja Transvestit Danmark
Jumping out 3
Standing on the ledge of a cliff, is the one pondering jumping out of the closet. He is looking into the abbys, into the void. He has been here before, he keeps returning to this place, just standing looking into the grey clouds so far below, every instinct in his soul tells him that this is DANGEROUS if not INSANE. He knows, ones his feet leave the edge of the cliff, there is no turning back. nothing will ever be the same, he can never return to this existence. The thing he is wondering, the thing behind those eyes staring into the clouds, is one single thought. It is this thought that has kept him from jumping time after time, the thought that returns in sleep, at work, a thought haunting him as time stretches further behind than ahead. ”Shall my wings carry me?” he ask him self and he dream how it will be to plunge himself over the cliff, but though he dream, he know all to well that only one thing will determine the faith of such jump of destiny, such leap of faith. It is in the wings he must have faith.
Those wings are welded of power of will and strengthened by determination in a fire of righteousness. The feathers are only as light as the consciousness of guilt, their wingspan as large as the will to live and the agility as swift as the ability to survive. These are the skills he must contemplate, weigh and question, before taking the jump.
It IS a serious jump and I believe no one have ever made it light-hearted (and no one should). Many have failed and plunged into the clouds, hitting the hard ground in the middle of a Sunday mass, at your local Mormon church (making Mormons fear of transvestites quite understandable) but lets face it, it is quite... unfortunate.
Of cause, there IS the bright side of flying free among the clouds, on wings of such freedom even angels secretly envy. It is magic, nothing less, to be a ”girl”, even just for a stolen, burrowed, magic moment in time, simply magic to feel the... attention, flirtation the enchantment of it. Pure addictive magic.
Jumping out 3
Standing on the ledge of a cliff, is the one pondering jumping out of the closet. He is looking into the abbys, into the void. He has been here before, he keeps returning to this place, just standing looking into the grey clouds so far below, every instinct in his soul tells him that this is DANGEROUS if not INSANE. He knows, ones his feet leave the edge of the cliff, there is no turning back. nothing will ever be the same, he can never return to this existence. The thing he is wondering, the thing behind those eyes staring into the clouds, is one single thought. It is this thought that has kept him from jumping time after time, the thought that returns in sleep, at work, a thought haunting him as time stretches further behind than ahead. ”Shall my wings carry me?” he ask him self and he dream how it will be to plunge himself over the cliff, but though he dream, he know all to well that only one thing will determine the faith of such jump of destiny, such leap of faith. It is in the wings he must have faith.
Those wings are welded of power of will and strengthened by determination in a fire of righteousness. The feathers are only as light as the consciousness of guilt, their wingspan as large as the will to live and the agility as swift as the ability to survive. These are the skills he must contemplate, weigh and question, before taking the jump.
It IS a serious jump and I believe no one have ever made it light-hearted (and no one should). Many have failed and plunged into the clouds, hitting the hard ground in the middle of a Sunday mass, at your local Mormon church (making Mormons fear of transvestites quite understandable) but lets face it, it is quite... unfortunate.
Of cause, there IS the bright side of flying free among the clouds, on wings of such freedom even angels secretly envy. It is magic, nothing less, to be a ”girl”, even just for a stolen, burrowed, magic moment in time, simply magic to feel the... attention, flirtation the enchantment of it. Pure addictive magic.