
Originally Posted by
crobeson96
What do we become when we shelve our masculinity for a moment or two? There's no such thing as 'every woman' - we become something very specific to ourselves. The mannerisms, the behavior, the target of our efforts to adorn ourselves in feminine fashion - how is it connected to our experiences with our mothers, aunts, grandmothers; our spouses, girlfriends, female co-workers and is it not unique unto ourselves for that reason?
I feel a certain relief when I'm dressing as if I've dropped a burden in exchange for the ability to fly. I realize that the very thing that engenders lightness in me might be a burden or at least a duty to a woman faced with dressing for one more day of work and responsibility. I can enjoy my experience knowing that when it's time I can take the nail polish off, wash my face and change clothes, sighing as I grab that heavy suitcase as I go.