I remember the first time my father witnessed my mother, so excited and fascinated in exposing me to
I remember the first time my father witnessed my mother, so excited and fascinated in exposing me to a few modest articles of her wardrobe, including a touch of makeup. How appalled he was, worrying that being exposed to these things will result in me growing up to be a “fairy”. How she, taking the moral highground, reflecting the progressive opinions of the time, mockingly dismissed his worries in her stride, insisting that a little clothing and makeup, would in no way mean that I would end up “in dresses” or “liking boys.”In little over a year, not only would my wardrobe would come to house a growing collection of dresses, but that I would come out as bi, keeping it secret from my father, that I so desperately dreamed of having a boyfriend. -- source link