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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?