when i was 22, on a friday, my intersex girlfriend who wanted to be a boyfriend took me to a pop up shop and we bought my first 3 dresses for about £5 each, halternecks, stretchy fabric, perfectly forgiving for a frame, while spending the day together before our evening show performing with Punchdrunk.
At the end of the night myself and another performer now both in my dresses were on stage, fairies, having initiated a huge stage invasion of 60 audience members jumping along to LCD Soundsystem.
We finish the party and as we did those days so came the game of who is taking all of the cast home so we can party til tomorrow nights show, so we all decamped to an after party. Suddenly a beautiful girl called Semicolon is showing off her amazing wardrobe of 80s dresses and offered me a corseted metallic cyan puff ball sleeve party dress saying this would look so amazing on you. The party dies down around 10am and im laying on a floor in the dress just considering how the last 24 hours have gone from me finally opening up about this inner desire to a partner to being on stage, to being in my dream 80s dress and makeup.