eightofnine wrote:Things just got worse ,we were going to see a movie so I decided to wear a skirt . Mum took one look at me told me to change I said no so she said she didn't want to go out with me wearing a skirt.So I said that I wasn't going .When they got home mum came and had a talk with me . She said that people would notice e and talk and point and laugh they wouldn't understand . I told her I'd been out before and people don't notice .So she said that I was blind and that wearing a skirt could have consiquwnces for the family .
Parents:
Though it is widely known in this site that Jenn (my wife) and my daughter are highly accepting. This is not the case with my mother, who sounds a lot like yours. At the age of 37, and having lived on my own since 19, it's safe to say I'm my own man. Therefore my mother knows she can't stop me. The fact that there is about 115 miles between us now helps. We can discuss it mildly. However she will not tolerate it in her house, and she doesn't want me discussing it around others in the family. Back when I had an active facebook account she even refused to add me because she has others in her family and she was worried I'd post a picture of myself wearing a skirt.
Likewise, since I have refused to yield in my own house (that I pay for), she has basically avoided visiting all together. We get along okay via the telephone. We talk about once every two months for a few minutes. However I haven't seen her in almost two years now. It seems the skirt has completely came in between us. Some say, "why not just wear pants when she comes around", well, that logic works both ways. Why can't she just get over herself?
I look at it this way, I am the one suffering from prejudice here, thus I feel it's my prerogative to stay the course. It's complete bullsh!t, and a reminder of how ridiculous people can be over something so insignificant as a skirt. For God's sake... Oh well, I've been ditched by loved ones before, and those incidents were long before the skirts came along. Just like with Food City (my previous employer), I don't think it's so much the skirts that were the source problem, rather these people use the skirts as an excuse to not be a part of my life. F--k it... I'm done, I don't really care anymore. I've got my wife, my daughter, my cats... I'm good. Some people may disagree with this notion, but you know what, it's my life and I'm done kissing asses.
It really bugs me that I have to tolerate SO MUCH from my family. I have to tolerate my sisters shiftyness, her coming home drunk, smoking pot, always bouncing from place to place, I have to tolerate my mothers "holier than thou" constant preaching, I have to tolerate her now husband who I personally don't have a problem with, but seems to be hell bent on keeping mom all to himself, I have to tolerate dad's constant political rants, I have to tolerate, my grandmothers snide remarks about virtually everything "
because she's a northerner and that's just how they are", I have to tolerate this also from my aunt on moms side, I have to tolerate, tolerate, tolerate, tolerate, tolerate, tolerate, tolerate, tolerate. All my life I always was EXACTLY the grand "average" of what everyone wanted me to be. I was the "Andrew" that make people feel comfortable. And the ONE DAY I decide I want to do something for myself, something that makes me happy... I'm ditched? NO! I'm done. I have asked for NOTHING. My mother raised me to the age of 11 when she ran off for a few years, then I lived with my father until I got out school at the age of 19. I worked from the age of 17 "on the books" and helped dad pay the bills. Prior to that I worked "off the books" on the landlords farm from about 14 to have money knocked off the rent to help dad while he was sick. I took care of him while when he lost his toes. I helped my grandma maintain her house, self taught how to fix electrical problems, roof leaks, patch holes in the ceiling, all during my teenage years. Never sassed off to any elders, never got involved in the party scene, drinking, gambling, hell I don't even smoke cigarettes, never knocked a girl up, went to church (back in the day), never go involved with drugs, no criminal record, not even a parking ticket.
And I lost everybody over a G-d damned skirt. Well kiss my ass then.
Sorry... don't know where all that bubbled up from....

Yes I too can get my "redneck" on once in a while...
It's not the length its the fact that its a skirt,she said to me I don't wear men's clothes
Maybe not, but I bet
her mother did! Besides, the point is irrelevant! SHE IS NOT YOU. If she doesn't want to wear "mens" clothes that's her business. If you're of legal age what you do and wear is yours. Granted, she has domain over her own place of residence, but you always have the right to live somewhere else in such case.
I've seen it so many times on this site, and I myself have been guilty of it. We try to justify our skirt wearing by "men in history wearing skirts", or "women wearings pants", etc etc. That's all fine and good, but really, we don't need this type of reinforcement. Even if men never wore skirts in history and women still strictly wore
only skirts, it doesn't matter. We still have the right to wear what we want, we
require NO further justification!
She seams to think that bad things are going to happen she mentioned that one of the neighbors had their windows bricked in because their son was a pedophile .
"
Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety." -
Benjamin Franklin
If your neighborhood is that bad... all the more reason to move. I live in redneckville U.S.A. and I get some odd looks, snickers, and some obnoxious behavior once in a while, but I've never had my tires slashed, my house vandalized, or physically bothered in any way! Hell, I've traveled across Tennessee and into Ala-by-God-bama in a short brown skirt with purple top! Ate at a southern mom and pop BBQ joint, and walked around a few town squares. I lived to tell the tale! Nobody cares dude!
I believe you have a greater chance of being killed in a car crash than even the smallest incident while wearing a skirt!