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An Obvious Statement That I Feel Compelled to Make

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Dan Savage writes an excellent sexual advice column for Seattle’s weekly The Stranger and this week he ran a bunch of letters from men who like to wear dresses and I felt compelled to to say one thing that I felt he left out of his column.

It is okay for a man to wear a dress.

A bunch of the letters seem to be pleas for acceptance from Mr. Savage which he seems to ignore in favor of his own favorite subjects. This is fine but I wanted to address that issue. It is okay for a man to wear a dress. It is okay for anybody to wear a dress. Clothing has no gender, it is just drapery we use to protect and decorate ourselves. There is nothing wrong with being born with a penis and wearing a dress. Society, your friends, your family, even your partner may belittle you for this but they are all wrong. It is okay to wear a dress and feel pretty or confident or whatever you need to get through your day.

I believe that this is important and it had to be said but of course, I’m a dude who likes to wear dresses so take from this what you may.

I Got a Letter From Terry Riley….

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In 2010 I sent Terry Riley a letter asking him to come see my band Bongo Fury when we were playing in Oakland that summer along with a CD of a string quartet piece I had written.

To my astoundment, he wrote me back. My hands shook with excitement when I pulled that letter out of the mailbox and realized who it was from.

terry riley

What a nice letter!

In 2012 I went on a 36 hour trip to New York City and saw the premiere of one of Mr. Riley’s pieces at Carnegie Hall.

I remember standing in line to shake Terry Riley’s hand at the end of the concert. A recently graduated Julliard student  and his grandmother stood in front of me telling me how much he loved Terry Riley’s music. How his grandmother had been friends with Terry Riley since the 70’s.

Before that had occurred, during intermission, I had drank champagne with a bunch of professors from Julliard explaining to them how I liked to crossdress and took lessons in South Indian Classical music.

It was a heady affair.

And somehow or another I manged to shake Terry Riley’s hand. I got nervous, mumbled how much I liked his piece. Told him I had written him a letter once and he had replied and how much I had appreciated that. Mr. Riley looked at me with puzzlement for a second, said he didn’t remember the letter, but thanked me nonetheless, what a cool person!