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In one of my famous moments of modesty, I was going to call this The Louise James Experience. Now, The Jimi Hendrix Experience I can live with, but do you remember that 80s band Miaow? Their lead singer went on to form the Cath Carroll Experience. That was, I'm sure, an ironic moniker but, nevertheless, I want to be certain that my ego knows when to rampage like a cat that thinks it's a tiger, and when to curl up into a kitten for the night. This is still going to be my church, in which it is demanded that everyone present will bear their claws for at least some of the time: it is a sacred space in which we will celebrate all the good things about transvestism and attack its tasteless, mindless, gutless, soulless dark side. But I thought it would be better to adopt a name for this site which reflects my love of good dressing and my efforts to celebrate good attitudes and expose bad ones: in other words, a title which hints at my aesthetic, my transgender sensibility. Dress Sense is not just about clothes, because transvestism is about much more than the way in which we garb ourselves. And what about me? Well,I have dressed in female clothing from being a young child, I am a proud trannie, and if you don't like it you can go piss up a rope. There will always be mixed reactions: some people surprise me with their tolerance as much as others disappoint me with their prejudice. The majority of people have other things to concern themselves with. However, it is not only non-TVs who can be a problem. Society is overpopulated with idiots, and a person doesn't stop being a fool just because s/he pulls on a dress. Why do a lot of trannies perpetuate the myth of a sorority of cross-dressers, all enjoying each other's wonderful company and looking out for their 'sisters' (tee-hee) like vigilantes? Like any other community, we are a diverse bunch, and believe me I do not want to be associated with some of the ponyfuckers who make up our numbers. Bad frocks and bad attitudes abound. Have you seen some of the TVs that are around? Ralph! And as well as the classic TV misogynist whom you come across (or rather, they come across you, although hopefully not literally) at your average trannie 'social evening' (see Les Femmes, Sheffield), I cannot abide the mindblowing, soulcorroding priggery and squeamishness that is found posing in the more right-on quarters. I do not separate my transvestisn from any other apsect of my life, and therefore Dress Sense will pursue a policy of Zero Tolerance of bullshit. "But isn't it going to be terribly subjective and opinionated?" No shit, Sherlock. If you feel this way, just you cling to your cherished comfort blanket on which are embroidered your beloved badges of mediocrity, smallmindedness, received thinking and smalltalkingphoneybuddyisms, and let me get on with being me. After all, you will never be yourself. Hopefully, you will not think like this, and will instead see an opportuniy to foist your own contrariness, your own Dress Sense, on everybody. Stay beautiful, Louise James 
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