Cross DressingThe last time I wore a skirt was not as liberating or exciting as it could have been. I'd lost a drinking game and had been given the task of running from the bar, across the road and back again whilst wearing a friends clothes as a forfeit.
Easy, I thought. I hadn't reckoned on them getting every person in the pub to block my way back to the bar whilst I was outside. I had to FIGHT my way through. And I'm not much of a fighter.
Your own thoughts on cross dressing for fun, pleasure or profit are most welcome.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
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I wasn't cross-dressingI am rather petite male and went through a speed-induced Goth/gay faze in my teens. My hair was long and black, I had a full length black suede coat complete with fur collar. Flares. Platforms. I'm also naturally fair, so I had to tart myself up every morning so I didn't look like some odd gollum-type thing with no facial hair. With hindsight I was asking for trouble, really.
Anyroad, one summers afternoon after a rather hectic 48 hours of partying - read no sleep - I was walking through the town centre of a city in the South West when I somehow upset a vagrant by not getting out of his way when our paths crossed. He was undoubtedly in a great hurry to haul his shitty self into a Spar to buy some Special Brew.
I'm British, so I apologise.
He responds by calling me a vacuous hussy.
Hussy I took offense to. Getting home an hour later and finding out what vacuous meant in the dictionary made me livid.
I can't bear a verbose tramp on a comedown.
(, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 15:43, Reply)
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