My Outing Part 4 – DRESSING UP

“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,. Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?” Gustave Doré.

In the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, the mariner touches the shoulder of the wedding guest, beginning his story with “There was a ship.” When the wedding guest objects, the mariner hypnotises his unwilling subject with a fixed and glittering stare.

Using a similar but much lighter technique, the great master of hypnotherapy, Milton H Erickson, developed the ‘handshake induction’ designed to produce a gentle trance. Erickson would distract his client at the start of a consultation by gradually withdrawing his hand and touching the wrist so gently that his subject couldn’t quite tell when the contact ended.

In both cases the goal was for the subject to pay attention to hints and suggestions normally passed over, and focus uncritically on a single train of thought. In the process, the subject would discover hidden truths about the self or personal experience.

The story of my cross-dressing was similar.

Hishikawa Morofusa Two Actors Combing Hair c1700 An onnagata wearing a purple headscarf combs the hair of a wakashū-gata.

It developed from an ‘interrupted move’ – the dream-feel of a dress worn in a wood – and the long-term memory (still with me today) of heightened flow and wellbeing. Dressed up, I was nicer, fuller, more glamorous and in touch. I’d come across something special, I was fascinated, and wanted more.

After that there were whispers, voices in my head telling me to try it, to go back to the wood, to do what I liked and find out where it led…

Years later, having been outed by the papers, I was on the corridor of a London Comprehensive saying, “Why not?” to a girl who’d asked me to explain. I was married, with children, I was political, educated and a survivor-teacher. My reply was intended as a challenge, turning the tables, but in some secret part of me I understood what she meant.

From the start I’d called it my own funny habit. There were various ‘explanations’, words and phrases I’d used in my internal arguments and struggles not to ‘do it’ – it didn’t have to touch me, I was going through a phase, it was nothing really, an act I’d developed that really wasn’t me. I’d reasoned and protested, tried bullying myself, but ended giving in. And the habit became obsessive, beginning with a petticoat taken from a drawer, a small piece I liked and viewed in the mirror like a woman in a shop, then all sorts of underwear with skirts and blouses, squeezing into heels. That was when the house was empty, ‘going the full way’ when my parents were out shopping. More often I tiptoed across the landing to sneak-thief an item and take it back to bed. In the dark I was hidden, I’d a girl in there with me, I was lucky to have her and no one could touch us. And afterwards, when I ghost-walked the carpet to return my item, I prayed my parents wouldn’t hear me.

‘She did not stoop towards me, but only gazed, leaning back in her chair’, illustration by F. H. Townsend in the 2nd edition of Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre. It shows Mr Rochester disguised as a Gypsy woman sitting at the fireplace.

In fact I prayed quite a lot when they were out, splitting myself into angel and devil and getting red-faced and shouty, pleading for the strength not to do it. I was in the danger zone, the route ahead was dark, but a Faustian curiosity drove me on. Looking back now, I can feel the loneliness. This was unheard-of, I’d no points of reference and, like the mariner, the weight of my secret marked me out.

I was lucky not to get caught. Aversion therapy, using pictures and electric shocks, was the ‘treatment’ at the time. It only took one item misplaced or a tell-tale stain, and the questioning would begin. So although it didn’t happen, I’ve a film in my head of my parents’ disbelief, their shock and disgust, the hospital visits and the silence that would follow.

Later I discovered Robert Stoller’s ideas of primary femininity and the long history of transgendered people, but I still knew when I answered the challenges at school that wearing women’s clothes had its stigma. Films like Psycho had made sure of that. At best it was considered silly, a kind of regrettable, narcissistic, pumped-up self-indulgence. “Is it really necessary?” was the question behind what I’d been asked. And the girl had asked it in a tone that brought back my parents saying “You’re not like that.” There were other voices too: cynical colleagues who saw me as naïve, that I’d given the press their story, so what did I expect? Or puzzled, well-meaning friends who were worried, advising caution with world-weary smiles. Then there was the voice of social responsibility: what about my children, how did they feel, and did my wife really let me do that? The finger was pointing and I was to blame.

At school I didn’t talk about history or respecting choices or understanding difference. I couldn’t really. It wasn’t straightforward, there were so many stereotypes, and time was too short. And like an actor in the spotlight I had to play my part, be authoritative and deliver my lines. But in hindsight, if I had to explain, speaking as my own advocate, this is what I’d say:

  • LBGT Rainbow Flag

    Cross-dressing is part of a spectrum, it has its own place and belongs to the rainbow.

  • It’s a trance state, and involuntary.
  • At the same time it’s a ritual, a surrender, a deliberate giving way – what Gill and Brenman call ‘regression in the service of the ego’.
  • Acting through the body, it changes the mind.
  • Ignored, it piles up the pressure. Accepted, it has healing properties.
  • For me it has become easier, more comfortable, just something I do.
  • It has helped me to understand questions of difference and exclusion, and our common humanity.
  • We all have our conditions, our quirks, our off-beat and funny ways…

So why not enjoy it?

 

Next week, the story of my cross-dressing concludes with MY OUTING  Part 5 – MY STORY.

ABOUT LESLIE TATE’S BOOKS:

  1. front-cover-heavens-rageHeaven’s Rage is a memoir and a collection of lyrical essays. 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.
  2. front_300Purple is a coming-of-age novel, a portrait of modern love and a family saga. Set in the North of England, it follows the story of shy ingénue Matthew Lavender living through the wildness of the 60s and his grandmother Mary, born into a traditional working-class family. Both are innocents who have to learn more about long-term love and commitment, earning their independence through a series of revealing and closely-observed relationships. Purple is the first part of the Lavender Blues trilogy. You can read more about/buy Purple here.
  3. front180Blue tells the story of Richard and Vanessa Lavender, who join a 90s feminist collective sharing childcare, political activism and open relationships. Boosted by their ‘wider network’ they take secondary partners, throw parties and observe the dance of relationships amongst their friends. But finding a balance between power and restraint, and handling shared love, proves difficult… Blue is the second part of the Lavender Blues trilogy. You can read more about/buy Blue here.

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