The photo of the "Dads, putting on a fashion show" brings back a flush of memories. When I was a little boy my father was in a show like that. I cannot remember if it was specifically a fashion show or a womanless beauty pageant, but I saw mom getting him all fixed up. At the time I thought it was very funny, but it also seemed scary.
Also, I have no idea if dad ever dressed up any other time.
A few months later mom asked me what I wanted to dress up as for Halloween. I don't know if seeing dad get dressed up as a woman was my "spark" to femulate, or if a desire to dress up was always inside me, but I asked mom if I could be a girl for costume?
I remember mom laughed and said, "of course you can be a girl."
I don't recall thinking about it too much after that brief conversation with mom, but one day when I returned from school she had asked me to try on a dress that she'd borrowed from my cousin for me to wear trick and treating.
This was around 1962 and it was one of those typical girl's dresses with white and yellow material, full skirt, and puffy sleeves. I remember feeling very self-conscious when I slipped on my cousin's dress and petticoat. Mom smiled and said, "you're going to be a great girl on Halloween."
I felt a little silly when mom said that, but I still wanted to be a girl for my costume. I dressed up as a girl for Halloween several times after that until I reached Middle School age and was afraid of the boys teasing me. My crossdressing went more underground until I was an adult.
Today, I infrequently dress up, but I have never stopped loving the thrill of it.
Thank you for your share. What an interesting story for me. I grew up in a home with a single mother and at a young age was taking a nap on a bed where she had a pile of crinoline slips (this was 1957). So I was curious and tried on the slips. She must have heard my activity through the door and came in and laughed and proceeded to remove the slips from me. A lot of years passed where i would have a stash of clothes, then resolve to get rid of them, only to buy another stash. In my late fifties I opened up to a girl friend about it and she introduced me to the concept of gender fluid which she is. I not only accept this part of me but embrace it. I under-dress daily (panties, Bali not really visible bra). And then cross dress when I can. My wife knows about my underwear, but we have never discussed it. Don't ask, don't tell. For me, I choose to think about my family and not just about me. I leave that to God to manage. God does not make junk, nor does She make mistakes!
While in high school my mother, because we were about the same size, would have me model outfits she brought home to see how they looked from a different view. My father would never had understood. Just as he never had THE TALK with me, it was my mother that helped me defined the difference between male and female, woman and man...As our society attempts to change its attitude on what is traditional, perhaps it will change its outlook on what is proper dress and what one can wear what one likes.
Amen What a good mother. Female intuition and understanding. Someday, how we dress will transcend gender lines. There's already movement afoot. Can't fight mother nature!!
The photo of the "Dads, putting on a fashion show" brings back a flush of memories. When I was a little boy my father was in a show like that. I cannot remember if it was specifically a fashion show or a womanless beauty pageant, but I saw mom getting him all fixed up. At the time I thought it was very funny, but it also seemed scary.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I have no idea if dad ever dressed up any other time.
A few months later mom asked me what I wanted to dress up as for Halloween. I don't know if seeing dad get dressed up as a woman was my "spark" to femulate, or if a desire to dress up was always inside me, but I asked mom if I could be a girl for costume?
I remember mom laughed and said, "of course you can be a girl."
I don't recall thinking about it too much after that brief conversation with mom, but one day when I returned from school she had asked me to try on a dress that she'd borrowed from my cousin for me to wear trick and treating.
This was around 1962 and it was one of those typical girl's dresses with white and yellow material, full skirt, and puffy sleeves. I remember feeling very self-conscious when I slipped on my cousin's dress and petticoat. Mom smiled and said, "you're going to be a great girl on Halloween."
I felt a little silly when mom said that, but I still wanted to be a girl for my costume. I dressed up as a girl for Halloween several times after that until I reached Middle School age and was afraid of the boys teasing me. My crossdressing went more underground until I was an adult.
Today, I infrequently dress up, but I have never stopped loving the thrill of it.
Thank you for your share. What an interesting story for me. I grew up in a home with a single mother and at a young age was taking a nap on a bed where she had a pile of crinoline slips (this was 1957). So I was curious and tried on the slips. She must have heard my activity through the door and came in and laughed and proceeded to remove the slips from me.
DeleteA lot of years passed where i would have a stash of clothes, then resolve to get rid of them, only to buy another stash. In my late fifties I opened up to a girl friend about it and she introduced me to the concept of gender fluid which she is. I not only accept this part of me but embrace it. I under-dress daily (panties, Bali not really visible bra). And then cross dress when I can. My wife knows about my underwear, but we have never discussed it. Don't ask, don't tell. For me, I choose to think about my family and not just about me. I leave that to God to manage. God does not make junk, nor does She make mistakes!
While in high school my mother, because we were about the same size, would have me model outfits she brought home to see how they looked from a different view. My father would never had understood. Just as he never had THE TALK with me, it was my mother that helped me defined the difference between male and female, woman and man...As our society attempts to change its attitude on what is traditional, perhaps it will change its outlook on what is proper dress and what one can wear what one likes.
ReplyDeleteAmen What a good mother. Female intuition and understanding. Someday, how we dress will transcend gender lines. There's already movement afoot. Can't fight mother nature!!
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