Sunday, 13 January 2013
First seen by somebody else
Was reading on the Angels website one of the more common questions asked about dressing services. I was taken back to my first visit. It was the Boudoir. I remember lying in bed Christmas holidays and realising that it might just be possible to do London in February. The logistics required staying with a friend and lying about where I was going. Remember sitting in car in college car park in the dark phoning to see whether they had got the deposit. Also remember delibrately walking round the block of flats 3 times before pressing the buttons on a black tile to let me in. At the time I suspected once you started playing with the gender divide then things couild get messy. Suspect now actually it was a symptom rather than a cause. Well there was the moment where the makeup is put on and you close your eyes the wig is put on and hairspray applied. Its a coup de theatre when you are asked to open your eyes and look into the mirror in front of you. It shows how important hair is to the whole effect. So how as it for me? Well, I remember looking at the face from different angles going "yes, yes" in a quiet voice. Others report a sense of coming home and walking on air for days after. I had none of that. Remember a sense of guilt at lying creeping in towards the end Also remember the "thats late to start." Actually the walking round 3 times may have come from the other girl who came in at the end and not actually mine. As ever, need to be careful about memory. That suggests it was aflop. What I wanted, empirical as ever, was a test, a stone cold 100% there it is is that you? Well the result was not a strong positive but that may have been due to 45 years of conditioning to redo. It took an awfully long time to get over that. However I have moved on so much the phrase is now redundant.
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