I’ve decided to try something new on the blog called “Week Notes” to share more regular updates about my adventures in gender-non-conformity.
My family and I traveled to Regensburg for an afternoon and encountered a couple of very exciting surprises.
I’ve had visitors who are intolerant of any deviation from their norm and so I wasn’t able to wear skirts or heels, but something surprising did happen. This is what it was.
Last night, I went out to dinner with a friend of mine that I’ve known for well over ten years. He didn’t know about my skirt-wearing – or so I thought.
Most men have never had the pleasure of wearing a skirt, but many are curious about what it feels like. This post is for those who want to know what it feels like but have never worn one.
Since starting this blog, I have heard from a number of men whose interest in wearing skirts and other clothing typically found in the women’s department has led to them questioning their gender. This is also something I went through and it almost cost me my marriage.
I chickened out today. I woke up this morning with the good intention of wearing a skirt when going to the city of Regensburg, but got cold feet and changed into pants right before catching the train.
It’s time for another short story about wearing a skirt in public. I took my son to the playground in a green skirt and black leggings.
Germany is well-known for its traditional Christmas markets. I visited a few of them in skirts this past December and this is my experience.
I’ve gotten a lot of questions about my recent trip to Ikea in a skirt. Not much happened, but this is the story.
