Gown Shopping With A Fascist

The red silk spills over his body. He stares deep into the mirror, traces his hands over robust thighs under a form-fitting dress. He drinks in the visage. A smile fills his face.

“This will really trigger the figs.”

This man is built like a D3 football player, yet the fabulous dress really brings to fore something deeper than the jock persona. Hate? Love? A struggle with identity, a journey with gender? A stunt certainly, but maybe much much more — definitely a complex type of hatred.