i am a dancer since i was a kid. i embraced the "its" and "bits" of fashion 8 years ago. i was only a "shirt-&-jeans" guy. i am a whole hearted gay -- wearing heels and blouses. however, i am only limiting myself to those pieces just to be girly-like. i am not really a cross-dresser sort of stereotype that wears dresses in a normal routine. i consider myself as an artist. taking into consideration dancing as the biggest thing i've been doing my whole life, i also doing a lot of things that most people cannot think that i am capable of doing. a bit of things that i can manage to do -- cross-stitching, drawing, painting, singing; being a bit of photographer, make-up artist, image consultant, interior stylist, choreographer and the lots. ultimately, because i'm an artist, i can't ever consider myself a nihilist, so i suppose i'm optimistic. but all of those i'd mentioned, i am still stuck up in this harsh reality )not as harsh as you think) in which i am living responsible for my family. there is a lot of pressure put on me, but i don't put a lot of pressure on myself. i feel if i play my game, it will take care of itself. i am not as rich as those people who can afford to have different clothes to wear everyday to the fact that they only wear it once or twice up to the point they called it "overused". i am still a me as who am i opening my closet and matches clothes that will work in -that day; -that occasion; -that situation. the whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, peculiar to myself and to a few other solitary men, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence... simple... not perfect... but, the best!