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Nancy Brantley's avatar

This is so interesting! I was a girl in the 1950’s. Believe me, we girls were not “free”. I wanted to wear jeans, but had to wear dresses. My brother didn’t have to help clean up after dinner because he would have a “wife” to do it for him. My dad called me “no good” because of my initials. I could only run around shirtless outside because we lived in a fruit orchard, but my parents didn’t approve. I heard my mother telling her friend that there was something “wrong” with me. I only wanted to be free. Girls are much freer now and it’s time for you boys to find your own freedom. I’ve always said just do what you want to in the beautiful body that you were born in!

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John Martin's avatar

The only time I've cross-dressed is when I and my girlfriend of the time swapped clothes. She used mascara to indicate a beard and moustache. And then applied lipstick and rouge to my own physiognomy. It was just a piece of fun and was soon over.

I can remember Barry Humphries appearing as Dame Edna Everage and being much loved for doing so. Then there were pantomime Dames like the redoutable Widow Twanky. Nobody raised an eyebrow then. Nobody thought of them as a threat to children.

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