Tchaikovsky's Pathéthique. I've read criticisms that it's self-indulgent, but I strongly disagree.
When I went back into the closet years ago, I stopped listening to this piece because it made me too emotional. Soon after I came out of the closet, I listened to it and broke down. Before that, I can't remember the last time I had cried; I was holding myself in so tightly that for the longest time, crying was not an option.
And the last minute or so of La Traviata used to get me every time...I wonder if that will happen now that I'm on T. I don't seem to cry as easily.
I can and do cry now, but mostly "light" crying. I never, never, never thought I would miss being able to cry all out. I hated it and rarely found it a relief and usually didn't feel better afterward. I envied guys who went on T and gained enormous control over their emotions.
I don't feel that way now. Perhaps it's time for another visit to Pyotr Ilyich.
