My figure is too obviously feminine for me to cross-dress successfully. I was a cowboy for halloween last year anyway, though.
My best friend, now. She is not large-chested and she has short, spikey hair (like I used to, until I grew it out and became Kurt Cobain with boobs). She hates it, of course, but it means she can cross-dress at will. She was Kirk Hammett of Metallica once for halloween (her boyfriend at the time was Lars Ulrich, and his friends played James Hetfield and whoever the dead bassist was. I forget his name). And at our senior costume party she was a pimp, her boyfriend and his Metallica-playing friends were her ladies. The one who played the dead bassist in Metallica, once in drag, looked so much like a woman that I didn’t recognize him at first.
I doubt that. It’s possible to disguise just about any figure, it’s just that some require more work than others. It’s true that some women cannot bind their chest and hips down to passably masculine proportions, but the solution to that is to pad out your waist. Hourglass woman becomes portly man! Multiple layers and bulky garments also help. I attribute much of my drag success to my puffy jacket.
A freind was having a trouble with deadbeat and occasionally destructive roommates. So I moved in for a few weeks and worked my magic. Part of the time was me lounging about in pair of silk panties (my friend Jen had the matching pair) and standing really close to them for no reason. They were getting pretty angry and perturbed, but there’s only so much they’ll say to a giant bodybuilding martial artist.
P.S. I didn’t shave any part of my body, and I am a naturally hair man. It was great.
I wore a kilt at a Scottish wedding last month. And although a true Scot would kill me for calling that cross-dressing, it WAS a little awkward.
At first. But you soon get used to it, and MAN it looks cool. Me and two other Dutch friends were the only non-Scots at the wedding that wore kilts, and our efforts were greatly appreciated. For those who like to know that sort of thing: I wore the McLeod tartan.
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Alright Coldfire, you have gone up about 8 notches on the ole’ respect o’ meter. My family descends from the MacLeod clan, the Lewis side. What was the plaid? Yellow? Red? Black?
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Rob: blue, white, green, and there may have been a red stripe… I wore the evening version, so with a tux jacket. I’ll see if I can scan a pic and put it on someone’s webpage or something.
I was in a production of “Cabaret” in college in about '78 or’79. I was cast as a Kit Kat Klub girl.
I was really thin then, about 125 pounds, and my waist was actually more narrow than my hips. Since the show is set in decadent pre-Nazi Germany, a transvestite dancer seemed to fit the bill.
I had my hair cut so it could be combed in bangs for the show, but still look normal IRL, and they fitted me with a padding-filled bra and painted cleavage on my chest. I actually fooled a lot of people. They saw my name in the program under Kit Kat Klub dancers, but thought it was a typo.
Last Halloween. A friend of mine always has a huge Halloween party with a costume theme.
This year it was Professional Wrestling so you can guess who I dressed up as.
Yep, I was Jeff Hardy. My friend Linda was Matt and our guy friend Sam was Lita.
Me and Linda’s costumes were pretty easy. I had a long blond wig that I had streaked with different colors/flavors of kool aid. Linda has dark hair so we just gelled it up. We both wore black cargo pants, army boots, tight t shirts and slashed knee highs as armbands.
Sam, though…to properly be Lita, we had to shave his chest and belly, draw her tattoo on him, and make him a thong out of pantyhose (he refused to wear a real thong).
All pictures were burned but a night we WERE Team Extreme.
The last time I dressed in drag was back in uhm, March? I donned a sports bra, carefully duct taped down my breasts, which was a task in itself, and donned my most masculine looking clothing, hiding my long hair inside a ski cap. Yeah, I did look like a fat guy, but hey, whatever, I passed for being male for a while. I have to admit I prefer being female: it’s easier to breathe.
When I worked in HIV/AIDS, the organisation where I worked had an annual staff party named “FrockTail” where everyone had to cross-dress. Given that many of us worked under extremely high stress most of the year that one time when we all got together and drank too much and didn’t consider others was amazingly good fun.
So stupid drag (as opposed to deadly serious drag) is a real fun activity for me.
Just as an actor who wears a mask takes on a different persona, so a cross-sexed costunme can release a personality you’ve never known from some place within you, which does and says things you’d NEVER do or say!
Fondest memories were:
being a Safe-Sex Slut (we gave out the condom packs) with my friend Eddie (Girlene) at a Big Dance Party - we wore matching baby-doll dresses in pink and blue…
driving the car after having put the false fingernails on. One quick move to indicate a turn and you’re experiencing torture of the nail bed!
discovering the next day that using superglue to keep the earings on WAS a mistake…
On another Safe Sex Slut - Street Party occasion, just after the Queen of the Desert movie had been released, meeting a large and happy group of non-english speaking old men, who smiled and waved and called “Priscilla! Ah, Priscilla!”
Cross-dressing can indeed be a real hoot and I encourage anyone to try it - even if only once.
I think this may be an event unprecedented in SDMB history – a board member (namely, me) posts a link to photos of herself in MPSIMS, and no one flirts with her.
I guess it must be because you all respect me so much. Right?
Or maybe you’re just intimidated by my macho alter ego, Dirk.
