If I go beyond “I like the way the clothes feel” or “I love feeling pretty” and look under the rock of what made me this way, it goes back to an early age – 8-10 – when I noticed that girls who were upset and cried were comforted by other girls and watched over by teachers. Boys who got upset and cried where I grew up were ridiculed by other students, told to not be a baby and to ‘man-up’ by teachers, and bullied and beaten after school.
The difference to my prepubescent mind was the clothes, and not only were they pretty but they were the armor against a harsh world for a sensitive boy.
Over time, it took on a distinctly sexual component, but the roots for me was the safety a girl had that I didn’t.
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