A few weeks ago, I was walking down the street when a man stopped me.
It was the night before his birthday.
I was wearing a skirt.
“What is wrong with your skirt?” he asked.
“You’re wearing a woman’s clothing skirt,” I said.
He looked at me.
“Well, you don’t look like a woman,” he said.
I said, “Well I don’t want to look like one,” he replied.
I smiled.
I knew he wasn’t going to tell me how to dress.
“But what if you didn’t want a skirt?”
He said.
“It’s not like that!”
I told him.
I wanted to get dressed.
I could not stand the thought of wearing a skirts.
He asked me what I wanted.
“A skirt,” he answered.
He said, I don.
I told them I didn’t like a skirt but I wanted a skirt because I was not sure if I could wear it without hurting anyone else.
I felt like I had been lied to.
I went home.
He never told me again.
He called me every night.
He told me he was sorry but I didn, too.
I didn?t want to talk about it.
He had no way to explain why I wore skirts.
It didn?
t bother him.
He didn?d think I was lying.
I don?t know why.
Maybe he didn?ve seen me wearing skirts in the street, or perhaps he thought I had an issue with the skirt.
Maybe I was just not good with words.
Maybe the fact that I wanted skirts didn?
ve bothered him.
So did the fact I wasn?t allowed to wear them.
He was right.
I had no idea what he meant.
Maybe it was the fact he didn’t know what to say to me about my skirt.
I thought maybe it was because I wasn t able to tell him I liked skirts.
I wasn?,t sure.
He wasn?
t the type to talk to me.
He knew he was lying and I didn?,t know what I was talking about.
But maybe I was the one he was looking for.
Maybe what he was trying to say was: I am happy to wear skirts but you don?
t know what that means.
I had my answer.
I am not a woman.
When I was at university, I noticed a young man in the hallway.
He wore a dress and asked me, “What do you think about your skirt?”.
He asked me the question I?ve asked myself many times.
I asked myself, “Are you really a woman?”
He asked, “Can you wear a skirt?
Are you really like a man?”
I asked him, “Am I really a person?”
He was not impressed.
He went home and I was left alone.
I know that I am in a minority in this country.
If I don?,t feel like I can express my feelings I?m probably just being a bad girl.
But I want to be.
I want men to like me because I am a woman and because I have been told that I can wear a man?s skirt.
What is your opinion about skirts?
