I'm a guy!

I've just been watching The Adventures of Priscilla the Queen of the desert ( again). Still get the buzz of enjoying drag queens and Abba songs. The more I see it, the more I appreciate the irony and the acting from the main characters.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109045/

What I liked about it most this time is how Guy Pearce, playing Felicia/Adam has totally masculine qualities yet looks good as a drag queen.

I thought, perhaps, instead of trying to hide male features, I should try to improve my male body and still enjoy the dressing up, without trying to pass, which would be extemely difficult in my case. So, for me, the attraction is not just the dresses, make up and accessories, but the whole life-style, but I am not ashamed of my male body.

I must admit I admired Guy Pearce's body but I would rather play table tennis with Julia Cortez any time.

Japanese mechanic

Hi

Thanks for dropping in. I didn't mean through the ceiling though.

It's a tough time being the bloke who has to share Julie's body. I mean, just when you want to get down to some work, she gets a feeling that she needs lipstick on. OK,no big deal, but it's MY male body that has to have the stuff on his lips.Makes us both feel good but makes me look a little foolish. OK. Very foolish.

But since we both have to share MY body, we may as well be friends.Actually, I rather prefer her friends to mine. They are so much more interesting and have much better tastes in clothes.

I had to do a simple job of changing a car headlamp light for my partner. It was freezing and blowing a gale but I set to. Icouldn't get the dam thing sorted as it is one of those Japanese cars designed for dwarf garage mechanics.
My hands wre getting cut and I couldn't see what the hell I was doing. Then I had the idea of using Julie's compact. The mirror was perfect for seeing what I had to do.OK. I could SEE what I had to do but I still couldn't finish job.

Three times I made the logical decision: Leave it to the nearest Japanese Dwarf mechanic to sort out in the morning, don't get really annoyed.

On each occasion I would be baited by the words " Well, if you can't do it I 'll have a go". That was a direct challenge to my male ego, so I went out valiantly to Outer Siberia Hebrides in a typhoon to have one last go at it.

Well, I cursed the car, the makers of the car, the designers of the headlamp, I kicked the tyres and banged my fist on the bonnet and stormed inside in a rage, my fingers numb with cold.

So my partner said " I'll have a go". She went outside and ten minutes later the headlamps wher both shining brightly.
My male ego shrivelled down into my groin and I became smaller than a Japanese dwarf mechanic.

Then Julie took over. Julie said "Well done, I couldn't do it but then I'm useless with cars. I'll make you a nice cup of coffee to warm you up."

I'm glad Julie said that. I couldn't have said it.