Hey folks,
I haven't posted here in a while, have been fairly busy and sometimes forum habits fade away a bit, plus I've been blogging so that tends to steal some of my focus when it comes to talking about CDing. But I do like to come and post when I have a milestone and boy do I ever. I've been meaning to post this all week but I've had a high-priority project to work on first.
So I've been out to my parents about my crossdressing for over 3 years now, even longer to my dad, but I've still felt awkward with the idea of wearing women's clothes around them. This was partially due to me knowing it makes my mom uncomfortable. Once when I was still living in Ohio and at their house, I left my room dressed in a kilt and tights and my mom said to my dad after I left, "I hope this is just a phase."
Well, cut to this past weekend, as I now live in Los Angeles and my parents were coming to visit me for the first time. For those who don't know me, I don't dress to pass, I dress as myself in the clothes I like. Lately I have been dressing almost every day, I dyed my hair to work better with my eye makeup, I have a manicure, and I've made my look a lot more consistent. So I really agonized over if I should cool it a bit while they were here. I did some really deep soul searching and decided that I just couldn't. This is how I live my life, they were going to be on my turf, and I wanted to be myself.
And I was, and it went great. They were here all day Friday and Saturday and got in late Thursday. I met them at their hotel Thursday night in a kilt, with eyeliner, a women's v-neck t-shirt and women's boots. Friday they met me on my lunch break from work (where they don't care how I dress) and I had on a black pleated short skirt, the same boots, with a men's t-shirt and a boyfriend cardigan. After work we went to dinner and the Santa Monica Pier, and it was chilly so I added opaque black tights to the wardrobe. Then on Saturday, I was doing a standup show they were coming to, and I did my makeup much more elaborately, and I wore my solid black kilt, sheer "black mist" pantyhose, some boots, and the black boyfriend Cardi.
They made no commentary about my clothes the whole trip and we had a great time, conversed normally, I even caught my mom getting into discussions with me about makeup and clothes which she historically has clammed up during. When we were hugging goodbye, I finally brought it up and just thanked them for being such good sports about it and how important it was for me. My dad said "We love you," and my mom said she was proud of me.
It was really, really amazing and a huge leap forward for me and I'm so glad I had the courage to be myself. And it's because they are such loving, supportive parents that I was ever able to be open about this to begin with.