Ultimately, we are all here for the same reason: Compulsion. We can rationalize it as relieves our individual trepidations; comfort, health, challenging conventionality...whatever. And we support each other, regardless of what we may think of each other's clothing choices or rationales. But when you step out of your front door as a man in a skirt, you do so of your own mettle, and your own version of compulsion. Your correspondents are with you in spirit, but we can't be there to deflect the sneers and frowns. The rest is still up to you, including deciding if compulsion is a stronger driver in your mind and heart than the bifurcated security blanket we call 'trousers.' And, Moon, you, among us all, live in a particularly difficult region to "boldly go where no man has gone before." But when it's your legs that are extending from that skirt, in SW Virginia, then folks may laugh, scoff, or point fingers, but no one can say you don't have a set of nads between them. Keep on keepin' on, bro. Here's a thought from "Ripple" by Garcia and Hunter:
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone.
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow.
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.
As a matter of fact, the sun DOES shine out of my ...