I was in Tokyo yesterday and got to do some sight seeing. What I didn't expect to see was not one but two men en femme. One was Asian and the other American or British or some such. The funny thing was that the European one saw that I read her/him and probably panicked a little. I wonder what she/he thought I was thinking?
I must say I was surprised. I've been cross dressing for ages now but never seen an actual cross dresser besides myself in actual life. Questions exploded into my head:
How do you go to the toilet? Surely you're invading real woman's privacy?
Do you think no one can tell? Does the silence of those around you equal acceptance?
I really want to reiterate that I'm not here to judge. What works for someone is up to them, I'm looking for what works for me. The experience reminded me why I don't want to be an "out" cross dresser and why I want to outgrow my dressing urges. I want my wife to be proud that I'm on her arm and not a black mark she has to hide.
Read/reading: when you recognize someone isn't of the gender they're intending to portray.
Out: if your family and friends know you're a cross dresser.
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