Last Sunday there was a feature in a local newspaper on "drag queens". The usual biased comments from readers followed, so I decided to out my fem facebook profile and answered back. I tried to demonstrate to people that chances are they know a 'dresser without even knowing it. It went as follows:
I am not I drag queen but a crossdresser. Also not gay but probably more faithful to my wife than you. Maybe I live next to you with my bunch of kids and we chat over the fence sometimes. Maybe my son plays rugby with yours and we chat next to the field. Maybe my daughter swims with yours, and we exchange friendly greetings. Maybe I work in the office next to yours. Maybe we hug in church at the preachers' encouragement. Maybe you drop your kids off for a sleepover. I am just a normal guy with a normal family.
But one night a week I hook my nr. 13 heels over my pantyhosed feet. Wiggle my bum into my girdle. Stuff my falsies into my bra and hang my dress over my too broad shoulders. My wig hides my receding hairline and I paint my face on. I check my Veet'ed legs in the mirror, my hairless underarms and my red nails, and for the first time in a week (or two or three) for a fleeting moment it feels as if all 100 pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of my life falls into place. Shortly after I meticulously start to remove all traces because my 83 piece puzzle life is calling me back.
If you knew would you still: Chat to me over the fence or next to the rugby field. Greet me at swim practice or at the office? At least still shake my hand in church? Still drop off your kids, and will they tease my kids mercilessly?
Maybe not and that is why you don't know because I am a considerate neighbour. A father who supports his son, who picks up his daughter after practice. Who does his job, and who still goes to church because, despite my little problem, I am still a believer. And your kids are save because I am not a molester.
On a lighter note I had my first "Jenny night" as agreed to with my wife since my two week "misadventure". Only thought afterwards how stupid I was not to take a camera with, since I went to (and into!) a McDonald's with two of the gay guys from the bar. I could have had a nice: "Spot the straight guy" picture! Bummer.
Have a great weekend people!!!