I have never truly understood our society when it comes to the trappings of what we put onto our bodies. Look at the history of Europe. In the 1700s men wore stockings, wigs, and even makeup. As time went on makeup went away however stockings and wigs remained until the late 1790s. Ancient history I know but wearing what is known today as women’s clothing was an acceptable practice.
Women’s fashion for years relegated those individuals to skirts and dresses for everyday wear unless wearing them was not practical such as women working in factories during World War II however, once they returned home back into dressed they went. Then the 1970s brought on a whole new fashion craze for women, they could now wear “Pant Suits” and no one really cared.
This did not turn those women into something that was shunned. Society didn’t even blink and fully accepted the practice. On a personal note, my Grandmother at the age of 69 wore her first pantsuit, she didn’t care for it much but she had been in a vehicle accident and had broken her leg and the pants covered her cast, again it was accepted by the family. Grandma was not deemed a deviant.
During the same time period men were allowed to grow their hair as long as they wished and society just overlooked this fashion statement.
I can mention other examples of how society changes and starts to be more accepting however as we all know our situation is much more problematic for current society. We are such a diverse group each having their respective reasons for donning that pretty frock.
As for me it’s more escapism than anything else, granted I do love the feel of silk, satin, and nylon and that was a powerful draw for me originally. But now it’s different one part of me can put away the pressures of the world and the softer side can take his place. She does not have to worry about work, money, or anything else. Worse thing Cynthia worries about is either the run in her hose, that drives both of us crazy, or what shoes work with what outfit.
Additionally for the past few years the lines between us have blurred. What I mean is, taking off the suit and tie and putting on hose and heels feels as natural as can be. Not any different than other men changing into shorts or jeans after they get off from work. For me there really is no him or her any longer just me. I still like romantic comedies along with my love of sci-fi, and I do ask for directions when lost. Cynthia Marie is real just as much as he is. She is just a little more emotional and vain.
I guess what I am trying to say is society will eventually come around and accept us and in the mean time we must accept who we are, and love who we are, be it someone who knows they can’t be truly happy until they can walk into some type of women’s environment and no one could guess they were not born what they appear; or just having the desire to look pretty and be able to go into the world without fear of rejection.
Ladies thank you for the warm reception you have afforded me and to those special ladies who have made all of this possible.
Love to all,
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