I've noted before that there are currently no rules that govern how guys can wear skirts -- or, for that matter, anything other than tr*users -- but that for the gals "rules" are legion. So I very deliberately broke one of the gals' rules today when I got dressed to head east.
Apparently one of the cardinal rules is that one's
The rig, with me stationary, just looked like my black tiered skirt but rather fuller than normal. In motion, however, and this is where the mirrored windows of "the big city" pay off, the rig showed brilliant flashes of red beneath the hem of the skirt and was actually -- once one dismissed the formal rules -- rather attractive, not unlike the flash of colour that one might see as a bird stretches its wings. It came and went with my motion and was quite animated, which is something I did not expect. I don't know if I'll repeat this, but in a mirrored passing I was rather pleased with the results.
If the rules don't bend, it may be time to simply break them.