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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The Holyrood TavernFor those who live (or have lived) in Edinburgh, I'm sure the landlord of the Holyrood will stick in their minds. It's a shabby rock pub (cleaner than it used to be- it now comes with seats in the chairs) with decent beer in the old town, often frequented by students, festival tourists and rockers. I have seen it set upon and drunk dry by Hell's Angels.
But back to the landlord. He's an absolutely lovely chap with long white/grey hair, decent face-hugger of a beard and the slight tendency to dress as a lady. On the mild days you can expect a little bit of nail varnish, perhaps some eyeliner and/or eyeshadow on an otherwise unremarkable man in a checked shirt and jeans.
One day I wandered in for a quiet pint and he was wearing a T-shirt and kilt; normal in Scotland? Not when it's a girl's mini kilt that doesn't come halfway down his thigh. Thankfully, no hairy plums were seen escaping.
During the Fringe, that wonderous festival that invites loonies to crawl out of the woodwork, I've seen him resplendent in tight black PVC bodice, slashed to the thigh skirt, stockings, heels and more slap than Dame Edna.
If you're in the city near the Cowgate at any time I heartily recommend you going in- the food's good if their chef hasn't run away again.
(, Mon 19 Mar 2007, 15:01, Reply)
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