My Summer of Discontent With the fog of the passage of time, one memory stands out in glaring Technicolor and Panavision! It was late August 1968, during my “Summer of Discontent”. It was also the Democratic National Convention. And why does this memory stand out with such blinding clarity? Like so many I started out crossdressing in my early teens by trying on my mother’s bras and girdles. I remember the erotic feeling my pubescent body experienced putting these garments […]