Cross DressingThe last time I wore a skirt was not as liberating or exciting as it could have been. I'd lost a drinking game and had been given the task of running from the bar, across the road and back again whilst wearing a friends clothes as a forfeit.
Easy, I thought. I hadn't reckoned on them getting every person in the pub to block my way back to the bar whilst I was outside. I had to FIGHT my way through. And I'm not much of a fighter.
Your own thoughts on cross dressing for fun, pleasure or profit are most welcome.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Mar 2007, 15:05)
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I have never cross-dressed myselfbut once again I can relate a lovely story about Stalker Boy.
Stalker Boy, or so I hear even though I haven't seen or heard from him in nearly a year (woo yay!), is well known in his uni town (Nottingham) for being the "six foot three fat bastard who walks around in ladies' clothes from Oxfam thinking he looks like Emily Howard*". The mind boggles. I understand he has a parasol and everything. He also openly admits to enjoying tranny porn.
The roots of this probably came in school, when they formed a gospel choir. Someone decided we were going to sing Oh Happy Day like they did in Sister Act, and Stalker Boy, who at the time would have been about 15, had the wonderful idea that he was going to dress up as Whoopi Goldberg. With the dreads and everything. For one wonderful moment when we performed it looked like he was going to bottle it and just come out with the rest of us and be moderately humiliated, but it was not to be.
I think he's quite deserving of the words of Eddie Izzard: fuckin' weirdo transvestite!
* Little Britain character for the unaware.
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Maladicta, Mon 19 Mar 2007, 14:16,
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