After more than a year of smooshing the boys down, here they were, hoisted up beyond anything reasonable. And I felt…dare I say it…pretty. In a good way, for once. Not dysphoric, although it did feel strange to be wearing anything remotely sexy. I didn’t feel like a woman, either. Just like a guy playing around with gender expression. I wouldn’t want to do it all the time or even most of the time, but I liked it enough that said garment is now a part of my underwear drawer, as are some matching frilly knickers. :)
Vince is transmasculine. There's no discussion of detransitioning in this post but, rather, Vince's commentary on gender identification via clothing. Why can't a man (or a transman) wear a skirt? Rediscovering my feminine side, is from Vince's blog, Becoming Vincent.
A visit to the Museum of Food and Drink (Mofad.org) - The Museum of Food and Drink. It's a nice place to visit on a weekend, but I'm not sure if it is worth the $14 entry fee. It is located in Greenpoint, B...
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