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Liberty's Bra:
"There comes a time in a man's life, Anthony, when he has got to wear a
bra!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. You see...or perhaps you don't,
perhaps I should explain myself.
I was an only child and I had a strong overbearing and rather
disciplinarian father who I lived in fear of for much of my childhood. He
always used to to tell me what to do and how to behave and it was not
always obvious to me which meant I often felt a sense of paralysis, of not
knowing what was expected of me or what I should say or do.
I don't know quite when or how it happened now but I got to a stage in my
life when, after I had grown up and left home, I was going to go to a pub
in the town where I lived which was known for "exotic dancers." It wasn't
the first time I had been there nor was it the first time I found myself
having an internal argument with my Dad.
"A man of your age, with a hard working girlfriend like yours, doesn't go
to places like that," my Dad said.
"But that's just where I met Liberty!" I replied.
Then suddenly the ridiculousness of this hit me. I must have been about
35 years old. And by ridiculousness I did not mean going to what would
otherwise be known as a stripper's bar after all I had met Liberty in a
strippers bar. Liberty had been the sexiest and most confident stripper I
had ever seen. She was studying a degree in psychiatry but had turned to
stripping to help make ends meet. Being a psychiatry student she also
seemed to know just what to wear and how to move to make the most money
out of her customers, how to tease them, how to bleed them,... French maid
outfits, men's suits, pvc, lace and leather.... But that was some time
ago and long behind her. Liberty was a psychiatrist now and I was her
boyfriend.
"Wait a minute! This is ridiculous, Dad. You are 100 miles away. You
have no idea where I am or where I am going," I told my him in my head,
knowing I would never say this to him in real life. How had I come to
think Dad was omnipresent?
It was then I suddenly realised that I had been having these conversations
with my father for as long as I could remember.
Dad died around two days later.
A week later I lost my job.
I didn't know it then but I realise now that I had depression. It's
logical now isn't it? My manhood was being stripped away from me.
That night I rowed with Liberty about something trivial, I have no idea
what it was now, and she went up to bed. I fell asleep on the sofa
watching some stupid reality tv programme which consisted of vacuous minor
celebrities sitting around talking about something which you couldn't even
hear because the programme maker in his or her wisdom had decided to drown
out such conversation as there was with the sound of birdsong.
When I woke the following morning I was surprised to find myself on the
sofa and that it was morning. I dimly remembered the news and thought I
must have been watching or reading something important to have fallen
asleep on the sofa before the memories of the mindless rubbish I had been
watching came flooding back to me.
Liberty had left.
For the first time in my life I was free. It was not that constrained
freedom which I had previously had at weekends which initially came
rushing at me on a Friday night as I tried to finish everything on my desk
before heading out with my colleagues and then which started to escape
from me as I woke at around midday on a Saturday and felt all but gone by
the time we reached Sunday lunchtime and I was all too aware that Monday
loomed on the horizon like an Auditor.
That type of freedom was I guess liberty, the sort of freedom a prisoner
feels when he is let out to exercise before going back to his cell.
Faced with this new found freedom I didn't know what to do so sat around
in my boxer shorts and a tee shirt watching day time tv.
When Liberty came home I realised I should have perhaps thought about
preparing a meal for her and I apologised.
"I thought I was free, but I should have thought of you Liberty."
"Don't worry Anthony you are free," said Liberty. She said, "Come here."
I went over and hugged her and we sat down with her on top of me on the
sofa. At this point she caressed my face before suddenly whipping out a
candy pink lipstick which she painted my lips with.
"What's the idea?"
"Well, you've never had a sort of Goth phase or Bowie phase have you? So
I thought you might like to try it."
I didn't want her to think I was about to let her turn me into a girl so I
didn't tell her that I felt somehow excited about the feel of her lipstick
on my lips.
"But I don't think any of them wore candy pink lipstick did they?" I
replied.
"Who said you have to copy everyone else? You're free babe, aren't you?"
"Babe?" I replied.
"You're not going to go all Barb Wire on me are you?" Liberty replied.
I had called her Babe when we first started dating as one of the first
films we had seen was "Barb Wire" as I had a thing about Pamela Anderson
and Liberty had some sort of reason for watching the film, I wasn't
exactly sure why she wanted to see it actually, I think she borrowed ideas
from films sometimes. One of her routines looked very similar to one in
Flashdance.
So Liberty started calling me Babe at the same time as I first started
wearing makeup.
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