I am a child of the 1950's and 1960's when there was a line drawn in the sand by society. My parents would be classified as homophobic. Society seemed to equate cross dressing as a homosexual act. That caused a lot of confusion for me; how could a male teenager who lusted after Annette Funicello be a homosexual? Very confusing. Hate from my parents and from the pulpit. I was destined to go to hell. I dabbled in my mother's lingerie draw and slowly outgrew her clothing which sort of squashed any opportunity to wear women's clothing. There was a period of time when wearing women's clothing waned.
After I married a wonderful women my love for nylon was rekindled. There was some "bedroom play" with mutual benefits. Slowly my interests expanded which ended up with "The Talk." My wife is not supportive but does not bring up the subject. I honor her position. Me? When I have the opportunity and the inclination it will be dress, hosiery and heels and all the proper undergarments. I have gone out for drives and strolls. I would not feel comfortable interacting with the general public although I would be interested in attending a local supportive group.
