A few Strongbows in and mid-movie later...

I wish I understood why starving actors/singers/musicians who are forced by circumstance to cross-dress is such a bullet proof kink of mine. I mean, someone was either very smart, or very cruel when they didn't introduce me to Some Like It Hot in the formative days of my youth. They probably looked at my cross-dressing tendencies and thought it would be for the best, damn them. But God Damn. Much like when I first watched Some Like It Hot, as soon as I've finished watching Victor Victoria, I may have to go out and get my hands on it.

Damnit. I don't have the money to feed this goddamn kink.

In other news: GODDAMN, Victoria's love interest in this movie is FUGLY. GO WITH HIS BLONDE, VICTORIA. JUST GO WITH THE BLONDE!