As graduation time quickly approaches in my part of the world, I began to think about my days in high school one hundred years ago and a post I read somewhere from a U.K. cross dresser. He went to an all male school "back in the day" and like most of us, stayed deeply in the closet. He wondered though, how many other cross dressers statistically could there have been in the school too. Even to the point of coming up with some sort of graph-where he lost me.
I don't believe he is alone in wondering how many of our friends and class mates were in their cross dressing closets too. While it is almost a romantic thought to think any guys who happened to transform into attractive girls for Halloween or school drag shows were actually cross dressers- I know I was the exception to that rule. I didn't want anyone to know of my cross dressing urges.
So many years later, in a couple years, I will be facing my 50 year class reunion. Of course I have wondered if my decision to ever go to a reunion will change by then and I'm thinking not. My decision has less to do with buying a "not" so little black dress and rocking the event in my heels but more in the stubborn reality I had very little to do with any of my classmates then - and now. It's so bad that on my 40th class reunion, the committee in charge of finding the whereabouts of everyone couldn't even locate me in my home town, where I was a very visible person. So I sent the form letter asking where I was back in, saying I died in a car wreck in 1969. (Which I almost did.)
I can hear the group behind my back jabbering, "Look Martha, she used to be a he in our class but who was he?"