Last night I was submitting to the will of my friends, one wanted me to come along and take photos at “his” night where he was the DJ and the other wanted me to come out in drag. He’s heard the stories and seen the photos, but never seen my alter ego in person.
The are no photos of me in my outfit last night, but it was to quote one friend, “…not as bad as I’d expected and yet somehow worse at the same time.” Or rather I have no photos of me, as whilst heading into town on the bus Ii draw more than a few looks and saw various people pointing cameras my way - You’d think they’d never seen a man in a dress before or something.
The reason I was asked to come out in drag was the friend who made the request reckoned that I looked more at ease in a dress when on a night out and after seeing me making new acquaintances left, right and centre he reckons that he was right. I have to admit I am not sure if he is, as I have always maintained being in a dress does break the ice and give a starting point for the conversation.
Amusingly I did cause a little concern when I went to go and find a cashpoint and didn’t come back. Whilst they were all wondering if the worst had happened, I was sat outside the pub with a few people who’d commented on my outfit as I’d passed by and wound up engaging in conversation.
For me though the most humourous aspect of the night was another friend of mine who kept commenting on me doing unladylike things such as drinking cider and black and running in heels, as I pointed out I doubted those were the most unladylike things about me and if they were I’d be worried.
*I actually took another photo about a second before this, but not everyone was looking at the camera. As that photo wass deleted, this is the only photo of the night.