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Hi all ladies (real and wannabees),

Just wanted to share my feelings with you.

Last night we attended a particularly touching and effective performance of Puccini’s “Madama Butterfly”. I was absolutely transfixed by the emotional music and the suffering Cio-Cio-San. My tears flowed unabashedly, and were shared by my SO. Paula and I squeezed hands together. Despite my being in male mode, I had a strong empathic confluence with the heroine.

Pinkerton was well played as the macho boor, and was actually booed at his curtain call. Butterfly was magnificent in voice and acting, but unfortunately she was far from the 15-year old in age and build.

I guess crossdressing is just an outward manifestation of some basic condition. I can’t explain it, but I love it.

Hugs,

Lydia

Ain't it great!! Virginia cries at a lot of things, movies on television, for example, "Phantom of the Opera" has been playing frequently and I hardly ever miss it and cry, seems like, through the whole thing. The end with the rose and the black ribbon holding the ring! Wow!
Anyway, we are much more emotional and we do let it out and that can only be good!
A good cry, they say, cleanses the spirit!
Love,
Virginia

Puccini always gets to me - especially Tosca and Butterfly. Certain passages in music regularly start my waterworks and throat lumps. Parts of Rachmaninoff, for example, and there is a particular theme in Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue that invariably affects me.

You are so right, Virginia. It is good to let it out. I don't accept the notion that it is not 'manly' to cry or hug or even kiss. But society does set some inhibitions.

Lydia

Lydia wrote: I had a strong empathic confluence with the heroine.

I guess crossdressing is just an outward manifestation of some basic condition. I can’t explain it, but I love it.

I know what you mean. I felt the same way watching Christine in
"Phantom of the Opera"

I was at DFW the other day when I happen look out a window and notice a miltary procession. As I watched, I saw them offload a caskit off the plane. It hit me it was a one of ours from Iraq or Afganistian. It got to me and I stood there with tears on my face as I saluted the procession. Not sure if others passing by me understood, but two other people stopped and stood with me as we watch the procession.

Certain things will get my emotions or tear ducts going and it doesn't matter if I am at home or in public. A sad moive or a emotionial movie like "Appolo 13" or "Patton" or "Madiam Butterfly" wil do it real quick. LOL