OMG, good question! For me the answer is complicated. When I was a teenager in the mid seventies, the culture that surrounded me despised non-conforming males. My father would point out men who appeared effeminate or just wore their hair long and remark, "That thing needsto have a bullet in it's brain. So, when I discovered my fascination for my mom's wardrobe, I was shocked, disgusted and fearful for my safety. Needless to say, I kept a low profile. But, sometime around then, I read a letter printed in Penthouse Forum. Whether it was true or just a fabrication by an imaginative writer, it captured my imagination. The writer, a woman in her mid thirties, told the story of the seventeen year old boy who lived next door. In the end, he bought some skirts, tops and heels and dressed up for her. She said he looked completely feminine. Instead of being put off, I was fascinated and wanted to have that experience myself. But I could never admit that to anyone.