Leslie Tate

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My Outing, Part 3 – INCOGNITO

In the Danse du Kabuki the portrayal of female characters by men is known as onnagata.

I kept my cross-dressing secret, and didn’t tell anyone. I’d read about cat burglars who came and went in silence and removed a photo or a ring or page from a diary, and like them I tiptoed into bedrooms and sneaked things out of drawers in a house that wasn’t mine. I was on high alert, rehearsing my lines. If anyone found me, I’d tell them my intentions were good, that I’d fought back my urges and kept myself intact for as long as I could. In any case, I’d say, I’d been curious and not really meant it, this was my first time, a once-only trial.

My head was full of stories where I held out on my own, playing for time. I’d cast myself as a loner, a survivor, moving through darkness while outwardly I was the shy boy who smiled and waved from the window. Nobody could fault me or see what I was up to, and like Scheherazade I had my story ready. I was incognito; invisible, even to myself. And because I was nameless, nothing could touch me.


I remember working hard at becoming like my dad. He was tall and lean and had trained himself to be sporty, using his mind to calculate a ball’s flight, talking about googlies and yorkers. On our beach holidays he could hurl a stick out into the waves, way beyond where our dog could swim. I was surprised by the sudden violence exploding from his arm as he leaned back and chucked it. All the men on the beach threw like that: hard and fast, directing their balls like missiles. They laughed about it afterwards while listening to the cricket on the radio. It seemed odd that when a bouncer hit a batsman they were outraged, demanding that the bowler be sent off. And they argued over theories about who should bat next, the other side’s weakness and what they’d do as captain.

My dad didn’t say much, but when he did he seemed to have the answer. As a commentator and occasional player, he took his sport seriously. So when I asked about bowling, he took me to a private, walled-in area, chalked up some stumps, and tried to coach me. From then on I practised for hours on my own, running up and wheeling my arm to flight the ball and land ‘on the spot’. But I didn’t have much grip and when I bowled, the ball was short or long or wide of the mark and he swatted me to the boundary.

As I got older, we took long walks together and worked in the garden with him digging out stones, sweating like a navvy, while I wheeled them off in barrows. The garden project, like most of his handyman activities, was forever on the go. As soon as he’d levelled one lawn and planted some roses we moved house and the digging and the sweating began again. By the third garden he seemed to have had enough, talking about ‘struggling’, being ‘exhausted’ and ‘just plodding on’.

Otto IV of Brandenburg playing chess with a woman, 1305 to 1340

When his gardening became a one-man contest my interest switched to playing him at chess. He’d taught me, he was a keen amateur and we played most nights. My dad’s style was never say die, he’d sacrifice his pieces for show then stonewall doggedly, hanging on till bedtime cut things short. When I became good enough to compete at county level and then for my country, he gave up the contest, switching to proud dad and supporter.

In the end my efforts to follow in his footsteps didn’t work. Being male through sport or strength or physical endurance or ‘holding up my end’ when the men began joshing wasn’t for me. What strength I had was mental.


I continued cross-dressing in absolute secrecy right through youth. Looking back now and drawing on Deception Theory, I can identify three main strategies I used to avoid detection:

  1. Instrumental: to avoid punishment or to protect resources.
  2. Relational: to maintain relationships or bonds.
  3. Identity: to preserve ‘face’ or the self-image.

With these three I could keep up appearances and throw my opponents off the scent.

In terms of the theory I made myself:

  1. Sensible, practical, down-to-earth, rolling up my sleeves to focus on getting things done.
  2. Nicey-nicey, ultra-attentive and above all suspicion.
  3. Priest-like, focused on matters of importance and higher things.
Hermaphroditus, minor deity of unions, androgyny, marriage, sexuality and fertility in a Roman Fresco from Herculaneum.

On the chessboard, my dad had always told me, I needed a battle plan. In war, he said, you must look for the opening, engage your target and keep ’em guessing. So I played against the world, laying false trails and feigning innocence. I had my openings, my defence was near-perfect, and I carried it off so nothing showed. I was wild and clever and daringly ‘different’ – and that gave me the upper hand.

So, by looking ahead and plotting my moves, I kept my secret. I had it all covered, and no one suspected. And each day I got by without detection was another point to me. The people ‘out there’ were my opponents; they couldn’t see my desires or detect what I was thinking, and behind my mask I was safe, half-female, half-male and able to outsmart them all…

Next week’s blog, MY OUTING, Part 4 – DRESSING UP, takes the story into early adulthood, when I started to read up on cross-dressing.

front-cover-heavens-rageThe story of my cross-dressing is part of my autobiography Heaven’s Rage. In brief: ‘Heaven’s Rage is an imaginative autobiography. Reporting on feelings people don’t usually own up to, Leslie Tate explores addiction, cross-dressing and the hidden sides of families. Writing lyrically, he brings together stories of bullying, childhood dreams, thwarted creativity and late-life illness, discovering at their core the transformative power of words to rewire the brain and reconnect with life. “A Robin Red breast in a Cage / Puts all Heaven in a Rage” – William Blake. You can read more about/buy Heaven’s Rage here.


  1. Love’s Register tells the story of romantic love and climate change over four UK generations. Beginning with ‘climate children’ Joe, Mia and Cass and ending with Hereiti’s night sea journey across Oceania, the book’s voices take us through family conflicts in the 1920s, the pressures of the ‘free-love 60s’, open relationships in the feminist 80s/90s and a contemporary late-life love affair. Love’s Register is a family saga and a modern psychological novel that explores the way we live now.
    • A signed copy of Love’s Register is available in pounds sterling here.
    • The paperback in other currencies is available here.                                                 
    • Ebook for Kindle in £s here and in $s here.                                                           
    • For other ebook reading devices here (all currencies). 
  2. Heaven’s Rage is a memoir that explores addiction, cross-dressing, bullying and the hidden sides of families, discovering at their core the transformative power of words to rewire the brain and reconnect with life. “A Robin Red breast in a Cage / Puts all Heaven in a Rage” – William Blake. You can read more about/buy Heaven’s Rage here.
  3. The Dream Speaks Back, written by Sue Hampton, Cy Henty and Leslie Tate, is a joint autobiography exploring imagination and the adult search for the inner child. The book looks at gender difference, growing up in unusual families and mental health issues. It’s also a very funny portrait of working in the arts, full of crazy characters, their ups and downs, and their stories. You can buy a signed copy of The Dream Speaks Back here



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