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8 hours, arise at 7:00 AM, and exercise to stay awake reliably.
I am not cross dressing anymore. I am not going there. I've been there and done that.
My wife of 35 years developed painful stomach cramps when she saw me cross dressed for the first or nearly the first time. My Tony Award-winning singer daughter had to cancel a singing engagement when she realized that I cross dressed. My art professor son's stunningly beautiful kind, compassionate, flutist-dancer-liberal-agnosti c wife said that though she understood that good men could be cross dressers-her gay uncle and his partner were also good men-she could never get married or stay married to a heterosexual cross dresser. Though all the nursing students that were taking a night class on psychiatric nursing that were invited to my lecture on transgenderism were courteous and quiet, about 75% seemed ready to puke during most of the lecture, 20% seemed like they could tolerate looking at a heterosexual cross dresser but would never want to date one, and 5% openly expressed deep compassion for cross dressers like me but would never seek a cross-dressing companion. The short-haired mother of four missionary and servicemen sons and the former head of nursing education lent me her smock for the lecture. When I came out to the student body, I did so with the administration's complete cooperation. It was Halloween. I got a prize for wearing the most convincingly female costume, some nail polish and eyeliner. Nevertheless, the new overweight, single head of nursing and the recently crowned PhD head of campus education were aghast. They pointed to many deficiencies found in teaching evaluations that they had meticulously documented and shared with me in the past that had nothing to do with cross dressing when I was escorted me to my car and told me not to return.
I want to serve missions for my church. I believe with all my heart that Christ is my Savior and that He is the Savior of the world. I want to follow Him and will strive to be like Him. I believe that he never tried to make himself look like a female. He too loved his fair and beautiful mother. Though Mary and Martha, the sisters of Lazarus loved the Savior and Mary of Magdala washed Jesus' feet with her tears, dried his feet with her hair, and anointed His feet with precious ointment, it appears that his mission gave him little time to be with the women that loved him. Though merciful and kind, Christ was the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. He was by profession