Last night I had a dream I was wearing a dress. And liked it! Me, who hasn't worn anything "girlie" since I got confirmed almost three years ago. I wore a skirt and sweater that I wore to my girlfriend's wedding 16 years ago. No photos, I was alone, no family or friends, just the church.
One other time I wore a skirt. I have a denim skirt. I ran away one weekend to home where no one knows me but that is where I spent half my childhood. Perhaps I should say people know me, relatives, but I'd first have to recognize them and then introduce myself. Last time most saw me I was 15 or 20 and 130# :). Anway, back to the skirt. I had it made by a woman on eBay and then I wore that puppy in this town and went to the artsy fartsy coffee shop (Yo Black Cat!) and hung with the cool folk, letting my REAL self out! Well, sorta'. I probably looked more like one of our local Old Order Mennonites who was breaking the rules a little. But for me it was pushing the envelope.
Haven't done it since. Though I think about it. A lot. Kinda' like a secretive crossdresser except I'm an artsy hippie stuck in farmer clothes.
It is one reason *bitchcakes* strikes me so. She dresses as her true self. And she is awesomely beautiful. I think that right there is freedom. And after reading Cinny's post today about reality, eh, I am so not there.
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