Hail to the Queen...

It is hard to believe but I saw the Queen tonight. What's that? No, not the Queen of England. No, not the Queen of my house (hi, honey !!!). Not the rockband Queen. The Queen I speak of tis Jake. No, he hasn't officially become royalty yet but given the fact that I walked in the house tonight to Jake dressed in one of Jenna's princess dresses and a feather boa (always a nice touch, good to accessorize) he is destined to be royalty. OK, maybe just a drag Queen but lets not split hairs.

Do you know what is really sad? I didn't even really react. I told him that he is weird and told him to take it off. I threw up in my mouth a little but was able to keep my wits about me. After all, playing with dolls, dressing up, painting nails, using make-up, being sassy all makes for a great father later in life...........right???........right????

BULLSHIT I say. It makes for a really weird-ass kid, weirder-ass adult, and people like this aren't fathers because guys can't get pregnant.

I know he is young and this is a single incident. He was just playing with his sister...he was just playing with his sister...he was just playing with his sister. I figure I can talk myself into that if I just keep saying it.

At any rate, we have a meeting at Cross-Dressers Anonymous next week. "Hello, my name is Jake and I'm a cross-dresser". "Hello, Jake".

Well, I'm off to bed. Julie has this teddy I like to wear. JUST KIDDING !!! Sicko's...