I've been in love with wearing feminine clothes since I was 5 years old and tried on a pair of my mom's pantyhose. I was instantly hooked!
I'm a month away from my 47th birthday. My favorite uncle passed away on April 1st. Though unrelated, these two events have inspired me to look inward, at why I don't feel fulfilled or happy with my life. What I realized was that I haven't been living my authentic life!
42 years after I tried on mom's nylons, I'm hiding my feminine proclivities from the world out of fear of being "found out" by coworkers, friends, the public at large. Why? What is so wrong with wanting to wear dresses and heels and tights? Nothing. It's harmless.
That's why today, of all days, while at work, I hatched a scheme to face my fear once and for all.
Several hours later, I stepped out of my car at the local movie theater wearing a black heavy metal hoodie, a blue skater skirt, glossy black tights and black ballet flats. Nervous as all hell, I strolled into the theater and collected my ticket from the Fandango kiosk in the outer lobby (amidst the laughter of people behind me) and strolled into the lobby as if everything was perfectly normal. I ordered popcorn and a large soda, calmly walked to the soda fountain to fill my cup, then proceeded to the auditorium and sat in my comfy recliner seat to enjoy a seemingly endless barrage of movie previews.
All the while, only 2 chuckles, including the people behind me walking into the building. I got more than a few odd looks and sidelong glances, but nobody was openly hostile or even rude.
All in all, it was a tremendous first outing as a man in a skirt. I feel so accomplished and genuinely happy, all because I stepped out of my comfort zone. The sky didn't fall, nobody tried to shame or humiliate me, and the world keeps on spinning.
Maybe I'll do it again tomorrow....which is actually today! It's 4:30 am already! Good night!
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