The day after tomorrow you could be your libido personified, or your own father, or the person you'd be if you were another race or nationality. Masquerading gives you a chance to blow off steam. It relieves the poisonous pressure that repression inevitably generates. That's why I suggest you impersonate a tyrant or dictator at this year's parties. If you can play out your control-freak fantasies in their most extreme form now, maybe they won't erupt at inconvenient times in the months ahead.
Nothing gets in the way of true love more than stale myths about masculinity and femininity.
Take advantage of the gender-bending season to expand your repertoire of amorous gambits. I invite you to at least pretend to be omnisexual. Vote for Gore. Sleep with a rosy pink double-terminated crystal. Tiptoe out to the frontiers of macho feminism.