The Pantied Man and the Bigot | A Modern Tale of Freedom
First things first. I address this to men who wear women's clothing and do so in public. When people call you a 'freak', or react negatively to the fact that you fall outside the accepted standard deviations from the social norm, realize that it is not you who they are angry at. It is themselves. Your 'strangeness' reflects their own insecurities and fears about not fitting in back at them. They react to those feelings, not to you. They don't know you. You barely register as a human on their radar of self centered ignorance. They are lost and alone, blinded by blinkers of fear and they are threatened by your flamboyant display, the courage which you possess but they will never have.
You see, what men who wear women's clothing and walk the road less taken might sometimes forget, or perhaps never understand is that it's a hard road being a bigot. You have to constantly reaffirm the limitations handed down to you. You have to constantly battle against the tides of change which threaten to overrun your little sandcastle of 'values'. You have to hide away your soft spots, your doubts, your fears. You have to present an exterior to the world that is strong and unyielding. You must call what you believe 'right' and what everyone else believes 'wrong.' You must clearly define boundaries and you must live within them, even when you fantasize in your heart of hearts about leaving those boundaries behind and bounding into a new world, a world where anything is possible. You must fear the unknown and cling to whatever you have made your philosophical crutch. Change is not exciting, it is dangerous, it threatens your very psychological survival.
To see those who are apparently unaffected by the very powerful forces that ensure most of us own a pair of jeans and drink coke is to experience the kind of feeling a cave man might experience seeing a modern day man driving a car. The freedom is unimaginable, and the freedom is terrifying. It evokes all those uncomfortable feelings of being different that have been locked away for so long behind thick barriers of acceptable virtue.
The truth of the matter is, very few of us ever really feel entirely comfortable in our own skins, especially not in our youth. The wisdom of the elderly comes all too late, "nobody is looking at what you're doing, all they care about is themselves." People who react in strongly negative ways to the idea or the reality of men wearing women's clothing are people who are not sure of themselves. Of course, they think they are, because they have covered the existential crisis which befalls every sentient human with blind faith in religious doctrine, with political rhetoric and with so called values which do not reflect love, nor kindness nor anything of value at all.
Though you may be in the minority, men who wear women's clothing, you are expressing a message of true value to the world each time you step outside your doors. Ignore those who do not support you, they are shadows of a world you have left behind. Surround yourself with those who love you and those who are of like mind.
(Please note, it is not necessary for a man to wear women's clothing to do great things or to be a good person, but if a man or woman wants to consider themselves a good person, it is necessary for them to be able to see past the clothing a person is wearing.)