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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Reading Festival '02Not quite sure how it happened. We'd just returned from a hearty breakfast and several midday pints in Reading town centre and were stumbling back in the general direction of the festival site when I had the somewhat deranged idea of us all buying flowery dresses from British Heart Foundation, replete with chunky necklaces and handbags, and heading back to the festival.
And so, some 30 minutes later, SIX young men stroll side by side down the street in such clothing, not unlike that scene from Reservoir Dogs. Except with dresses.
Got a few chuckles throughout the afternoon. Best moment was all 6 of us running like the clappers the entire length of the arena (some without underwear) to catch Andrew WK on the main stage.
Embarrasing? Probably.
Fun? Most definately.
(, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 22:08, Reply)
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