Boys wear dresses in cultures around the globe.
Brother-Bug wears his dresses whenever and wherever. Today he wore one to the library, eliciting one of my favorite events:
Queer Community Member Puts Child In Gender Box.
He has short hair. He wears boy-ish glasses. He wears Lightning McQueen shoes. It seems obvious to me that he is a boy. But the dress throws people every time. And that’s okay. It mostly delights me when someone I know to be queer, formerly queer, or otherwise into breaking out of the heterosexual-gender-dichotomy thinks the kid is a girl, simply based on one article of his clothing. I delight in correcting these people. It has only happened a couple of times.
It goes like this:
Boy twirls in circle wearing his favorite flowered dress.
Liberal Friend says something like “She’s so cute! And she seems to like her hair short.”
I respond with, “Nope. HE likes to wear dresses.”
Liberal friend then usually has the wherewithal to look chagrined. Because they just boxed a child based on the previously mentioned heterosexual-gender-dichotomy that they railed against at some protest somewhere.