pelmut wrote:I had a worrying moment last night in the gents toilet of a Weatherspoons pub in Cheltenham. The facility is located in a basement at the end of a labyrinth of passageways and doors; the sort of place where a call for help would never be heard. I thought the room was empty, but as I was washing my hands, I became aware that another customer was standing behind me. In an extremely gruff voice he said "That's something you don't see very often", looking down at my skirt. His manner was pleasant but his voice made me nervous until I began to realise that it was probably the result of throat cancer or something similar. I explained that I found skirts were comfortable and fun to wear - and he seemed to accept that. Then he asked if I was Gay or something, and I said I wasn't.
With all his questions answered, he then helped me find my way back out of the labyrinth and bid me a cheerful farewell as he went up the stairs to the next floor (no doubt to tell his mates about what he had just seen in the 'gents').
perhaps the crumpled
skirt, black tights and workman's boots unnerved him
Went to the shops for groceries whilst wearing a navy pencil
skirt from Monsoon, grey tights and knee-length boots. I was wearing a mens polo shirt and was a little bit unsure of my outfit. I was surrounded by young men in tracksuits and jeans and one group of them shouted at me, an offensive homophobic slur, I felt like I might get attacked at one point, but one lady said I was brave and she liked my
skirt and boots. I should have shaved my legs and gone without tights. Still, after the exchange I thought I would throw myself out of my comfort zone and go on a bus to Westfield, a large shopping centre and look for a decent top and other accessories to improve my wardrobe. No comments... but nerve wracking nonetheless. I learned that I have to improve my wardrobe. I wouldn't be as bold as EJ Johnson but that's the direction I decided to take. Still it was an interesting day out
