I had never worn a dress before. I'm sure it was like slightly graceless as like all the things I did at the time seem to have been.

I met peers on our very first week in college. It must have been day one or two. It was really early.

We went to a super PC liberal arts school and so our freshman mixer was a cross-dressing dance, which is such an outdated term now, but whatever. That's what it was called.

I think all they told us was you should wear clothes of the opposite gender. They probably said it in a way that's slightly more, you know, literate in the differences between gender and biological sex than what I just said.

It was a strange way to make first impressions on each other, not because we were scared of wearing dresses or backwards baseball caps or whatever we wore that night.

It was because for many of us we had to borrow clothes from the other people in our hall. It was weirdly intimate.

Pears and I, complete strangers, swapped outfits.

You're tall and I'm tall and I think that you're probably the only person in the hall if not the building whose clothes would have fit me.

I remember I loaned peers a pink, swirly patterned mini-dressed from the 60s that I had bought from a thrift store.

I had no idea if he would take care of it or even return it, but peers tried it on. It looked great.

And he went to check himself out in the bathroom down the hall and here's what happened next. I immediately locked myself out of my room. And I was like, oh no, my keys are in my room because I didn't have anyone to put them.

The dress had no pockets.

Pears is brand new roommate, let him back in, but then he went to sleep. So peers wanted to make sure he didn't make that mistake again.

He couldn't lose his keys at the party.

We all ended up in the big dance hall where there's really loud music and it was like unbearably hot. All the ladies eyebrow pencil moustaches were running onto their teeth with sweat and things like that.

And I believe I just clutched my keys in my hand and thought about it really hard all night, which sounds crazy.

Articles of interest a show about what we wear and so maybe the ideas about clothing you can attach ideas about class and idea of home to a piece of cloth.

These are just for a long, okay, I know.

Any fork and wear clothes, but if you haven't got the attitude and style to carry it off, man, you're just the closed walls.

Women's wear is littered with fake pockets that don't open or shallow pockets that could hardly hold a paperclip.

If there are pockets at all, they are just smaller and they fit less than men's pockets do. And you don't have to take my word for it.

Here we are going to the police supply store.

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