Part 3.
I do believe Sylvester may have been dropped on his head as a child. He really can be a little slow at times. However, as he returned to the table and joined Marjory and myself, we continued our chat about crossdressing and wives.
“Well, personally, I love to see a man dressed up in women’s clothing,” said Marjory.
I should point out that Marjory doesn’t really know how to take me. She is not quite sure how to manage the ‘I’m a lesbian, you’re a man, but you look like a woman’ thing. I once asked her if she found men dressed in women’s clothing attractive. Her response was that they are less repulsive than men generally, but that a pig in a dress is still a pig in a dress.
I didn’t really know how to deal with this. To put it in a nutshell, Marjory resents men generally and I can’t really blame her. However, she gets along quite well with me now. I think she accepts that there’s a lot to be said for the idea that gender is non binary. She sees there’s a lot of middle ground. And this really is fair enough considering that as far as I am concerned Amanda, her girlfriend and my wife’s best friend, barely passes as female.
From a male perspective, a woman that resents men generally may seem a little hard to take. However, when one considers how some women are treated, how some women have struggled, it’s not that surprising. Many men wouldn’t handle it very well, I have no doubt. For every man that hates women, I have no doubt there’s a woman that has equal dislike of men. In the end, I can’t help thinking that there’s a lot to be said for taking life one person at a time.
Obviously there’s some women more feminine than others, and the same can be said for men. Personally, I am really very comfortable in a gender fluid space that moves progressively toward the feminine end of the spectrum. As for Marjory, she is feminine, and very fond of Amanda. Well, someone has to be.
“What do you think about this business of my members having trouble talking to their partners?” I asked her.
“Well, it’s a bit like coming out of the closet. I came out in my teens, and shaved my head. It scared some people, but pretty soon it wasn’t me that was embarrassed about being a lesbian, it was everyone else who felt difficult about it. And that was their problem, not mine.”
“I see what you mean, just put it out there, right?” I said.
“Well, it worked for me, and I see it in others too. It’s the ones that hide it that get all caught up in lies.” Marjory had a point.
“I agree, honesty is the best policy. The trouble is you can’t always do that with a wife. Especially not if she married you in the first place because she needed a nice strong man to look after her. If you just suddenly tell her that you want to wear a dress, or worse, her dress – well that can come as a little bit of a shock. And most married people don’t want to wreck their marriage.”
“Yes, but they do want to be honest, right,” persisted Marjory.
“And what about the kids,” chimed in Sylvester. “If you come out to the wife, do they then tell the wife not to tell they kids? Wouldn’t that be asking her to deceive the children?”
“It’s not easy is it,” I said. “But I think I have the answer.”