When mom is away, I come out to play. 


Her makeup is my paint, her jewels are my treasure.

Her clothes are soft, so free-flowing, so beautiful.


I dance in her heels and my fantasy is complete.

I am a boy. This is my forbidden joy.


the oppression of male femininity continues to shame, censor and disallow our beauty and our expression

no more exile
no more compliance

liberation is the message
fashion is the microphone