My male suit, it's what I wear every day. Not the jacket and tie suit but the MALE suit. The veneer that shows the world that I am a male. I've slowly lacquered it on over the years hoping to cover any sign of my true feminine nature. To control my emotions so as not to cry, 'big boys don't cry'. To show no visible sign of interest in women's clothes or fashion, when I would desperately love to wear all the beautiful clothes that woman gets to wear. To constantly be in guy mode! To have to talk sports when I could really care less. To always hang with the guys when I would much rather hang with the women. To not be able to change my 'hair do', to not be beautiful.
Yes, the suit fits well, it goes on without much trouble and I've learned to live within it. but it grows tiresome. It gets harder to wear and it is showing a bit thin. I don't fix the cracks that show these days. One day perhaps I can metamorphose into the beautiful creature I was born to be and live this dull male chrysalis forever!