Skirted at Malpensa airport
Milan: 17:25
As I write this I am sat in the departures area at Milan Malpensa airport. I've been visiting a supplier to review a few production issues and have, as a matter of corporate image, been stuck in the usual men's business uniform of long trousers, shirt and tie. I suppose I should be thankful that I was not required to wear a suit.
The temperature here is around 28C, not desperately hot, but warm enough that I'm not comfortable in long trousers. As soon as I had left my business contacts and passed through security into the departures area, I went and found the gents to change into something more suitable for the climate; a beige Fat Face wrap
skirt that I have recently had shortened from 27” to just over 20” *. The rest of my outfit consists of a maroon button-fronted short -sleeved shirt, black socks (pushed casually down to ankle height) and black lace up leather shoes (steel toe capped since I've been in a factory). (There is now a picture of the outfit in
this post as well at a picture of the
skirt at its original length.) The tie has been put in my baggage. Overall the outfit looks OK until you go below the knees, but since I did not bring any sandals with me it's toetecs or bare feet. (To be honest, I'd prefer the latter but suspect it would be a little more attention grabbing than I want

)
I have had a good wander around the terminal, looking at all the stupidly priced shops and finding nothing even vaguely tempting to buy and then settling down for a coffee while I wait for the flight (to Zurich for a connection to Heathrow) to be called. So far, about an hour, I have detected no reactions from anyone apart from a second look from the washroom attendant as I left after changing. I suspect that with the colour of the
skirt being a typical “man's colour” and the length being similar to shorts most people just don't notice. I guess close cropped hair and a beard leave little doubt over my gender identity and no one would call my current footwear “girly” (clumpy perhaps, ugly for sure, but not girly...)
There's no access to the web here (unless I pay for it and I really don't feel the urge to do that) so I'll update this later and post it. It will be interesting to see if I get any reaction from the generally conservative folks in Zurich.
Update: Zurich: 19:50
No reactions on the flight, but probably not surprising given that the plane was an Avro RJ100 with two seats to the left of the aisle and three to the right. I had a left window seat with no one next to me. Shame really as sometimes the conversations can be interesting and fun.
I've now negotiated the Swiss security checks and am once more sat in a departure area waiting for the flight to be called. A couple of curious looks and a question from one of the security team who asked where I was from. My reply of “Near London” brought nothing but a welcoming smile and a polite thank you as he went back to his post.
Still no Wi-Fi without payng for it and since I shall only be here for a few minutes I'll give it a miss.
There will be another update once I clear Heathrow.
Home: 22:45
On the flight to london I was sat next to a Swiss business man, aged about 55. He looked at my
skirt had a short conversation about the delay in Zurich then he went to sleep.
Heathrow? No looks noticed, no reactions from anyone.
It is still amazing to me just how little reaction I receive to wearing a
skirt as a very obvious guy. To think I used to have to spend ages building up the courage to step out in a
skirt; talk about wasting time in the fear of imaginary demons.
Have fun,
Ian.
* This
skirt has been one of my favourite skirts ever since I bought it about three years ago, so I set up a search on Ebay for another one and after a month or so managed to buy two more. I've had one shortened (the one I was wearing when I wrote this post) and have put the other new purchase away for future use.
Edited to add link to post with pictures - Ian.