Growing up in the 60s and 70s was a different realm than the more modern world of today. Access to such things as my mother’s clothing was simply a matter of walking into her room, opening the “treasure chests” known as her drawers containing the objects of my desire. The first time I slipped on those delicate, petite garments against my skin, I was hooked. I didn’t see a boy dressing up in the clothes he shouldn’t. My “en-femme” Gollum […]