Who could ask for anything more?

In theory, my life is in a rather shitty place at the moment. I'm about to lose one job, have yet to firmly secure another, and I have about $2.70 to my name. There is no food in my fridge, and even more depressingly, there isn't a bounty of alcohol to balance it out. But going over things this morning, I made a mini-list of why things really aren't so bad. It made me feel better...then a bit worse for griping to start with...then better again.

I had a warm, safe place to sleep last night. My friends and family are healthy and well enough. I got to reconnect with a friend last weekend (just like old times it was), and there are promises of more good times to come. I made some new aquiantances, I get paid tomorrow, and I have a pair of cute new jeans I inherited from a recent dieter. Best of all, I finally got my package of Takarazuka plays in the mail. 8 DVD's worth of beautiful Japanese women performing some of the most interesting musicals/dramas I've seen in a while. (I mean, what they must pay their tech crew...good heavens.)

This brings me to my sort of profound thought of the day: Why is it that I can drool in equal measure over pretty men wearing cute women's clothing as pretty women donning men's fashion? That whole situation is kinda messed up when I stop to think about it.

Take Takarazuka, for instance: Half the women play in men's roles, and they do a damn good job of it. Give them a well tailored suit and a stylin' hat and hoo-boy, it takes a second to figure out that there's no Y cromosome there. They really make me swoony, (one of my favorites, Todoroki Yu, actually made me blush so hard I gave myself a fevor) but is it because I know they're really women underneath, or is it the masculine aspect? On the flip side of that, there are male crossdressers that are so breathtakingly sexy that I have a hard time remembering that they are, in fact, actually men. Quite a few make me all starry-eyed (i.e. Mana), which brings the whole gender thing spinning around again. I suppose if I could answer this question it might explain why it's only animated boys that make me think pervy thoughts.

.......Or I could just be an all around pervert and just accept it.

::shrug:: That works I guess.