Not really.  I have no deforistization goals.  Perhaps exactly the opposite, even. 

But I do have cross-dressing goals in the very near future.  And a beard.  So I feel a connection to that rugged, log choppin' life.  

Fort Wayne Women's Bureau hosts an annual fundraiser for rape and sexual assault.  Awareness.  Tons of places do the same thing, a little something called "walk a mile in her shoes."  Next saturday (a week from this one), I'll be donning a large pair of hideous pumps and walking a mile in 'em.  Part curiosity, part compassion.  Strike that, all compassion.  I've worn women's shoes before and, I don't know if you know this, they're NOT comfortable. You're supposed to have thirty dollars in pledges in order to participate and I'm there, I've done it with one donor.

It's really pretty strange how many people won't donate because it means I'll be wearing women's shoes.  It's a very serious and decent cause and, frankly, who gives a shit what I'm wearing, you're making lives a safer thing to live.

This isn't a backward brag bit.  Really.  It's a very forward brag bit, but not what you think.  I'm bragging 'cause I get to keep the shoes. 

And anyone reading this would probably enjoy the picture of me in a slinky pair of red heels.

I'm debating shaving my legs.

I hope I'm done in time for T's wedding.  If not, I'll just show up in heels.  It's a formal occasion, right?  Formal footwear is appreciated, right?

Incidentally, anyone who wants to donate is MORE than welcome.  For every thirty dollars over my initial donation, I'll be forcing one of my brothers to join me.  If I run out of brothers, I'll go brothers-in-law.

If I somehow make it through all those, I'll start hunting down every male I know.

Any donation (save cash, obviously) should be made to the Fort Wayne WOMEN'S BUREAU.

If you're around, it'll be Saturday the 6th at 9 a.m., walk starts at 10, in Headwater's Park.  If you don't know where that is and want to, either google it or ask.