Judy and I attended our first Keystone Conference this year, having the honor of meeting like-minded individuals and presenting details about our own journey.
Well, it happened. The bag finally appeared in the “to check” conveyor lane… waiting to be unzipped and rifled through. I had panties and a bra in there! There was a pair of strappy heels and a wig in there! Gulp! I explained again what they would probably find in the bag and what probably set up an alert to what was found in the x-ray machine. They tested the hip pads for residue. And, it got a hit! What the what? They took additional swabs for the hip pads and additional swabs for the breast forms…
Drag Queen Story Hour at the Greenville County Branch Library in Five Forks.
I told a crossdressing friend that I was speaking to somebody in Sweden about men who dressed as women using latex or rubber masks. There are several sub-genres of moderately common subtypes of maskers. Why would a crossdresser want to wear a mask?
What has become of us? Remember back In the day when you met people at a bar and only had to ask what their astrological sign was? Where the worst thing you had to deal with was whether their Pisces was compatible with your Taurus? And just knowing what their next drink was seemed to be good enough?
Many have designated Halloween as that one American holiday where closeted male to female crossdressers get enough courage to venture out of the house dressed as a girl.
As human beings, we have an instinctual need to feel accepted. Sure, we can dress up to our hearts content behind locked doors and drawn curtains. But parading around in the home without any greater acceptance of who we are beyond ourselves is, in itself, an isolated and lonely affair.
A crossdressing man told his wife recently that he didn’t feel any different when he dressed as a man than when he dressed as a woman. The wife scoffed and replied that she could see, absolutely, the changes that overcame him when he dressed in feminine clothing. A shift of perspective is a common occurrence for crossdressing men. In fact, I’ve faced similar questions from my own girlfriend.
I was probably the only crossdresser there that night, but that didn’t stop me from sliding out to the dance floor when it was still empty.