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February 17, 2006

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I saw this guy in a skirt the other day. A big guy, close to me in age, in a skirt cut like a kilt. He stood there waiting for a bus, in his army boots and leather jacket and the black skirt, quite masculine and not self-conscious in the least.

It wasn't what you'd call cross-dressing, really, but cross-dressing is becoming increasingly difficult to define anyhow. Women have long mastered the rules of the game, and with very enticing results, so maybe it's time men started doing the same. A girlfriend once explained to me that kilts made her hot because they made her focus on the idea of the dangly bits underneath. The very idea of a man wearing a skirt draws attention to his masculinity, a whiff of perversity. I can easily understand. After all, it parallels perfectly my hots for girls in boy's clothes.

Breasts of all shapes and sizes straining against the strictness of male suits, well-shaped buttocks moving captivatingly in army slacks, toned yet fragile arms in plain sleeveless tees, or even just men's watches around delicate female wrists. The more they strive to deny the feminine form, the more they seem to emphasize and eroticize it, and I can see how it could work the other way round, too.

Changing fashions blunt the transgressive edge of this kind of cross-dressing lite, but it's still the strong psychological undertones that add the erotic appeal to its more obvious visual charms. I don't really know what made that guy dress in a skirt, but as I watch a woman dress to become my twin, I recognize the ultimate form of flattery in it, and the deepest meaning of all kinds of cross-dressing reveals itself: identification with the object of desire.

Posted by rabbit at February 17, 2006 4:37 AM

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