Evocative of my boyhood… how time changes everything.Once so disturbed by mother’s

Evocative of my boyhood… how time changes everything.

Once so disturbed by mother’s delight in dressing me up, not to mention the feelings and dreams that it influenced in me…. that so shocked and appalled me.

In time I would come to dress up without being asked, a boy on the brink of outright homosexuality.