I’m always walking into FaceTime calls, and since I’m essentially 24/7 now, and have been close to 24/7 for a long time, I’m always en femme when I walk into a call. The only thing that’s ever happened is that one my wife’s sister said “that’s a nice dress you’re wearing.”
I’ve felt all the guilt feelings and I’ve memorized all the excuses. (No, I’m not wearing a bra, it’s a back-brace, etc, etc, etc.)
I’ve had some difficulty with religious fanatics recently. No details. It was just too painful.
It was a shock, a totally unexpected shock, but it made me understand something I had never truly understood before.
Namely: With the possible exception of my wife, I don’t owe one single person the slightest explanation of why I’m dressed the way I’m dressed.
If pressed, the only explanation I will offer is “My clothing is none of your business.”
And if worse comes to worst, I can easily slip back into my male persona (obnoxious macho AH) and take care of business (no violence).
