I found an interesting article about a father who started wearing skirts and dresses to support his son's desire to wear them.

http://mrsexsmith.tumblr.com/post/30250284539/swingset-my-ri...

Now if that father isn't great to be secure enough in his own masculinity to do this, I don't know who is.

grtz & hugs,

Sarah xxx

ps: but all in all, I do hope my father won't start wearing dresses to support me :p Everyone would think he's pregnant! At his age! :o

This is a poem i've written years ago, when I was still trying to figure myself out, it's a short one, but I hope you like it:

sitting here
sitting here lonely
watching the mirror
trying to smile
tears come out of my eyes
who is that person?
why do I feel sad for him?
I clean my eyes and go outside with a smile
another day, another try