living one night a year as someone else
Wading through mobs of boisterous, costumed, Halloween millennials in Times Square , I was struck by the sameness of the disguises chosen by each gender. Females as gossamer-winged fairies, purring pussy cats, schoolgirls in Mary Janes and white knee highs; males as gladiators, pirates, and Indian chiefs. And, of course, many other personas. What struck me was a general choice of extreme gender expression: men as ultra-macho, women as super femme. Why might this be so ? Looking at women today (in NYC, at least), they often appear to be gender-neutered in their dress: such as utilitarian stretch pants, unflattering ankle-high booties or neon-colored running shoes, and so forth..a denial of the traditional attributes of the Fair Sex. Is it the androgynous, gender non-discrimination of the Digital Age..or the boring reality of anonymous work in ever-larger corporations ? Whatever the cause, today’s culture seems to repress gender individuality…and, thus, to downsize the time and the space in which to express the unique Boy or Girl within. So, sadly, just one night a year, these young folks let it all hang out. A sad situation !!
Which leads to the transgender world you and I inhabit. We are blessed !! Somehow, we have identified our (other) femme self..and, to a greater or lesser degree, we’ve let it happen: a lot more than one night a year. So..sit back..relax..and count your blessings !
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