Sunday, May 31, 2020

You'e Not Alone



So you dress up in girls' clothes. So what? Read Steven Applebey's experience.


In an article in the Guardian, Steven explores


Why I felt liberated when I started dressing as a woman’

She says
I am a man who wears women’s clothes. The first time it happened was in the mid-70s. I’d recently left school and was a couple of months into an art foundation course at Manchester Polytechnic. I found myself on my own for a weekend in the flat I shared with two fellow students. Bored, I started rummaging down the back of the sofa to see what curiosities – or money – I might find. A moment later I pulled out a single stocking, which I immediately put on. Instinctively. Transgressively. It triggered years of guilt, self-disgust and confusion.
So why did I put that stocking on?
In the early 1960s, as a little kid, I’d watched my mother dress and, I think, just expected to grow up to be like her. However, I soon came to realise I was a boy, which I accepted… Until in my teens I came across an article in Oz magazine. 

Read her story HERE 

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