Reminds me when some archaeologists found what was thought to be the remains of a transsexual caveman, because he was buried in the garment and manner they believed was normally reserved for women at the time. You can bet peer review ripped into that claim.
I know a few but honestly they're nothing to switch teams over.
Then again for I know the really convincing ones just haven't told me lol.
edited 26th Mar '13 6:34:08 AM by joeyjojo
hashtagsarestupidSpeaking of which, if I may ask, what in particular would you be interested in wearing?
Come on! Let's bless them all until we get fershnickered!I might wear the thing that one of my friends planted in my mind: ballet boots.
Come on! Let's bless them all until we get fershnickered!I thought I'd just lounge around like a fun-loving Roman emperor. :)
Come on! Let's bless them all until we get fershnickered!I spend more time than I care to mention reading stories from the fictionmania.tv website. So much so that I have had thoughts of actually dressing as the opposite sex but there are a helluva lot of hurdles. I am fairly tall, about five ten (that is quite gigantic for a male born to a working class background in the west of Scotland in 1970, though average(ish) nowadays.
I am skinny chested, pot bellied, have quite massive thighs and calves that were big enough for a doctor who was treating me for a badly torn calf muscle to say that they were, and I quote, "huge!" My hands are also fairly large and reach down halfway down my thighs, so you can tell my arms are quite long as well.
I am also spectacularly ugly, have few remaining teeth, wear glasses thick enough that you could use two of the lenses as a fairly decent improvised telescopic sight, so if I did get dressed up I would look like a frumpier Edna Everage, no matter how much cash I spent on clothing.
This annoys me.

I don't know any, if I think about it.
YUUGI WANTS YOU FOR DRINKING BUDDY