Descriptive Essay About Teenage Clothes

A Boy in Girls’ Clothes

Growing up gay in God’s country, I have gotten used to the looks. The sideways glances, the whispers between mothers and daughters as they pass me in the mall. I always wonder, what are they saying? I tell myself I do not care, but still, it is human nature to wonder.

I was not always this gay. In fact, until rather recently I was still in the half-closet. Still humoring my parents and relatives as they told me one day I would “find a girl I wanted to marry.” My friends knew better. They had seen me makeout with a dude on a couch at a theatre party so the illusion of my straightness had been shattered. It was always bewildering to me that my family never connected the dots. My favorite movie is Singin’ in the Rain,

My best friend was more than supportive, she gave me my first skirt, and for that I will be forever in her debt. I wore the skirt to a local gay bar and loved every mother-fucking second of it. The skirt flounced and flapped while I danced, and I got to do my best Marilyn impression every time the wind picked up.

Along with the skirt, came the looks. Perhaps I was more sensitive to them because I was new to cross-dressing in public and was watching people for their reactions. Some people looked with disdain, some only with confusion, and some probably thought I was just a fledgling transgender who hadn’t really yet mastered her feminine look. I was expecting these looks. I knew they would come and I wanted them to. I was not trans, just a boy wearing a skirt. I wanted them to see that I exist.

Blurring the line between norms for each gender is important. The trans community does not have a choice when blurring these lines. They live their lives not trying to blur the line, but instead trying to take the line and putting it in the garbage where it belongs. I started wearing dresses because they were fun and I wanted to, but it occurred to me that by wearing them I was popping the bubble that several of my fellow bar patrons were living