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If you are similar to me, you faced near total resistance to you pursuing any sort of a feminine lifestyle. You were born a boy and a boy you would be. In addition, very little information was available to you involving any other individuals who felt the same as you. In my case, I was restricted to seeing the occasional “shock” newspaper/journals such as the “National Enquirer” who on every now and then featured a sensational story about a man who had changed their gender. I couldn’t wait for a chance to go with a friend of mine who recently turned sixteen and could drive to his aunt’s small corner variety store so I could secretly look through her latest collection of publications. The only other local activities I ever found was a touring troop of softball players who performed in drag as women.
Through the pre internet dark days, I found away to sneak around my parents’ backs and compile a small but complete collection of girl’s clothes and makeup. During that time I remember acquiring a pair of girls shoes which fit me. They turned out to be my most prized possessions. Somehow, during this portion of my life no matter how much pressure I was under to conform, I knew my parents were not entirely the boss of me. In many ways, a radical was born.
My Mom and I were the same in many ways including temperament and looks and we clashed many times as she tried to impose her…
