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No, the title doesn't say Becoming a Mom, though our adoption prospects continue to occupy much of my mind, like a program always running in the background.
Last night, I attended a bachelor party for Hugh (that's him and man-Mati at the top). I suspect it could be the only bachelor party I ever attend, and to squeeze under the definition, all the women involved were asked to don man-drag.
I hadn't been thinking much during my insanely busy week about dressing up as a man, though I had formulated a plan of emulating Hugh by wearing a vintage shirt he gave me along with his default outfit of black jeans, black lace-ups and a hat. Before leaving the house, I wrapped my chest, and then before the boys arrived, joined the girls in applying facial hair and lots of heavy eyebrows, sideburns, etc.
What surprised me is how much I really enjoyed dressing up as a man. It felt as if some part of me that is dormant was very ready to carry myself as a man. I also felt younger as a man of forty than I do as a woman of forty, which I can probably attribute to social programming. It was freeing to lose my daily drag in favor of another kind. I'm the guy in plaid, by the way.
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It makes sense that I enjoyed myself so much, though. I guess I've always steered away from overly feminine behavior. I've always gravitated toward men as friends and conversation partners, probably more than the average woman. I still wonder about a negative review I got at work long ago, and whether a man would have been been reviewed the same way. So I guess you could say my male side is already somewhat developed.
One thing is for certain: I want to be Tom Waits for Halloween.
You can view a picture of me and the man of the hour here, along with some other fantastic shots.
2 comments:
You know what, this is fascinating. It's making me wonder what kind of a man I would make, too. I have this feeling I would be a really terrible man, but I don't actually know. I have never been in drag. Now I long for the opportunity.
yes fascinating. i have such a crush on you as lenny. funny how effortless it was to transform and that your look seemed most effective because it was under done i think-- no fake stache, etc. can't wait for this weekend and to see you in lady drag!
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