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I have often had a fantasy of living in the twenties
or earlier when a woman in a pair of pants elicited a gasp from every one
looking at those two legs, entirely separated and sheathed so their exact
shape and form was exposed. Unfortunately that fantasy will never
be realized because I live in a world where androgyny in popular ant threaten
to make us (man, woman) all the same
I have always been jealous of a man in a dress
because that line still isn’t crossed on a regular basis in most of society.
Do not be mistaken, when I talk about a man in a dress I am not talking
about drag queens or transvestites. My man in a dress is a straight
male who decides to put on a dress in the morning to wear all day.
It is not for a show or sexual gratification.
A man wearing a dress has nerves of steel,
to threaten his masculinity id such a major way. This man wearing
no pants is trying to get away with something, He mixes our perceptions
in a vaguely disturbing and alluring way. He has chosen the classic
symbol of femininity and made it his own statement of masculinity.
A man in a dress is more masculine than ever as he flaunts his feminine
side.
When my man wears pants he’s skinny because
we see the mundane in his every day clothing. In a dress he’s slender
and elegant because his thighs make intimate contact with each other when
he walks. Let us follow this man out into the teeming masses of people
and observe the stare, confusion and gasps from those who pass him.
Their confusion rest in the folds of his skirt.
Even in the most liberal neighborhoods where drag
queens prance religiously every Thursday through Sunday this man in a dress
is somewhat suspect. It is not the right day of the week for this
type of display. And no matter how close his thighs rub under the
folds of his dress he hasn’t given up his identity. In fact he flaunts
that Y chromosome even more in the traditional clothing of a woman.