Pretty Man

img_4455aFollowing on from the last post, I figure that as an exercise in personal evolution and introspection, I could try to give being a “pretty man” a try and see how it feels.

In some sense, it occupies a middle ground between regular guy and trans woman, so maybe I can find a way to get my mind around the concept.

As a start, I went out this past weekend to a party with friends, and then out for a late bite dressed as you see in the photo.  (I did not dare put on makeup.)

Femininity is, of course, as much manner as it is attire, and I wasn’t sure exactly how to act.  To be honest, once among friends, I didn’t think much about the way I was behaving, gender-wise. But my girlfriend did whisper in my ear at one point, questioning whether I was really pushing things, so I guess I must have been acting girly now and then.

In any event, I got a couple of looks here and there, but not much of any consequence happened.

Of course, what went on in any of my friends’ minds will remain a mystery to me unless and until someone wants to share it with me…