When I was very young and a shorts wearer, my Mother was also my Barber in the 1990s. She would instruct me to sit on her stool in order to cut my hair. She frequently wore an evidently hypnotic black pleated cotton skirt which tickled my knees as it brushed across them while she was cutting my fringe. I now apparently have the image of her skirt deeply in my eyes. It was first noticed by my English Teacher in the 1990s and by subsequent girlfriends who have also mentioned it. The presence of the image and my Mother regularly sitting with her legs crossed on a high stool at our then Breakfast Bar with her new dark brown sequinned polyester accordion pleated midi skirt strikingly draped very close to the floor during the 1990s has strongly influenced my interest in androgyny, so I regularly wear one of my pleated or circle skirts/dresses at home. In November 2015, I was scapegoated by a group of criminals, who waited in a silver Private Hire Taxi outside the building in which I lived expecting me to emerge dressed as a woman with a bob hairstyle. My being dressed as a man rendered them indecisive with their execution plot, so the 3 men did not ambush & abduct me. In view of my androgynous modelling hobby saving my life, I shall continue to enjoy femininity. There's also additional information at; <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127177664@N04/16024330889/in/dateposted-public/">www.flickr.com/photos/127177664@N04/16024330889/in/