With my wife in Australia for another couple of months–unsupervised time, as friend Ms. Dee-ism says–I’ve been looking for opportunities to get out dressed. A prime opportunity was back in mid-April when a local band I like was having a Beatles night at a local venue. The band plays a lot of different genres, some of which aren’t my thing, but the Beatles definitely were in my sweet spot.
The band had changed venues, to one I hadn’t been at before, which does create some uncertainty for me, especially as I would be going solo. I looked up the location, knew the general area, and decided I just needed to suck it up (the area of the venue is known as a very LGBT friendly neighborhood, so that was not an issue).
After deciding to go and buying a ticket, the next question is always what to wear. I have lots of choices and an ever-expanding range of fun choices, so it can be a difficult decision. And by fun, I generally mean something age inappropriate–or appropriate for someone a couple of generations younger than me–and a fair amount of exposed skin.
But once you figure out, that as a guy, you’re not supposed to be wearing a dress, or a top and skirt and heels, then being age inappropriate is not really much of a stretch. It just comes down to whether I like the look–and I’ll often confirm my opinion with a friend like Ms. Dee-ism–and I’ll go with it. When I buy something these days, I buy it to wear somewhere; I just need to figure out the somewhere.
I bought the top–a corset style top with an eyelet closure in the front–at my last visit to Dangerfield in Australia. I tried it on a couple of times during prior visits but finally decided it was a must have. Fortunately, while I dilly-dallied, it went on sale and it was at least 50% off (I can’t remember the exact number). I then tried on a number of skirts to wear with it, settling on a shiny black skirt, a Hand-Dee-down from a friend on a crossdresser forum who is on a dressing hiatus caused by personal circumstances. To complete the outfit, some large blend fishnets (I like the look and cooler than pantyhose or black patterned tights) and some reasonably comfortable boots, as I wasn’t sure how much standing I would have to do.
I liked the look. So did a woman I passed on the walk to the venue, and in the words of another woman at the bar, “a damn cute outfit.” I gladly accept all compliments, even as I assume that means I’ve been read.
The band played two longer sets over about three hours, with an intermission between the sets. I managed to find a stool along the wall, so I was able to sit for most of it (and save my feet). It was a small venue, so maybe 100 to 150 attendees, and the sound was good. It was the Beatles, so (of course) I knew all the songs, even though the versions weren’t note for note copies of the songs (for example, Norwegian Wood was all instrumental). The others were standing and dancing, and I was sitting and dancing, and a good time was had by all–including a large part of the audience singing along to “Band on the Run”, the Paul McCartney hit–and the first album I bought back in high school. Talk about time traveling.
Regardless of appearance, I would have enjoyed the music. Wearing a fun outfit was the added bonus. I’m always on the lookout for another opportunity to don a fun outfit and have a fun night.
