This morning I went to a seminar on how to make your voice more feminine. Not surprisingly, the upshot was that if you move like a woman, gesture like a woman, intonate like a woman and so on, the pitch of your voice – unless you have a deep bass Johnny Cash-type voice – is not that big a factor in passing as female.

For the most part, if you have been, as I have been, a long-time, enthusiastic and devoted observer of women, and if your motivation for all this is, as mine is, to assimilate that which you love about women, then a lot of this should come naturally, and the main challenge is to concentrate on not forgetting yourself and reverting to your masculine tendencies when you are not in the moment. My theory is that it is always going to work better if you can feel the woman in you and simply manifest that. I don’t think I would be doing this at all if I couldn’t feel that femininity, being then forced into rote practice and memorization to be able to behave like a woman. For me there would be no point.

This reminds me of my thoughts at the recent Fantasia Fair Fashion Show rehearsals, where I noticed how interesting it was to watch how men learn things differently from women – in this case, how to walk. My good fortune is that I have already learned this lesson, and so I was more of an observer than anything else. As a guide, our instructor suggested that we stand one floorboard apart and then walk, keeping our feet no closer or further apart than about that much. Everyone got a turn to try it in front of the class.

One by one, each model would come up, look down, measure things out exactly and strive to do it perfectly, exactly as instructed. The problem was that they were stiff and they were staring at the floor. As men, we want a formula to follow, and that’s why we dance like robots too. Women do things more fluidly and are so much less afraid to do it wrong and learn as they go. The men did great, but the stress on the poor guys’ faces was adorable!

The man part of me knows the feeling only too well, as he has tried, on several occasions, to learn how to dance. I find that I am a much better dancer than my male side ever was and it is because I dance to feel my body move with the music rather than to score with women. And, while the sensual slower beats of certain music used to be a good reason for the guy I was to sit down, as a gal I take the opportunity to slither and wiggle and groove on the dance floor and run my hands up and down my smooth sensuous hips and thighs as the high heels help me undulate my pelvis. Yes indeed! ;).