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Boymask is about the first forty-four years of my life. How, as a child of four, I began to realize that something was amiss. After being laughed at when I went to school in a skirt, which seemed so logical to my girl brain, even though I was mistaken for a boy. A crack started to appear in my existence. Too soon I learned to behave differently from the blossoming princess I wanted to be. I hid in a boy’s mask, with the help of my environment who took it for granted.
I tried very hard, but was still bullied a lot. Fortunately, I also had female friends sometimes; I felt more comfortable among girls. But it was confusing for everyone and often didn’t last long. I mostly hung out with my neighbor boy, who was quite dominant, which didn’t really help in my happiness either. I had to act a little boyish anyway. But when I was with my cousin Eefje I felt no mask. There I would forget that I had to be a boy and we would just have a lot of fun together. Just like later in the foster home where I lived for a while, when I played with my foster sister Christel I was just a happy butterfly.
Read on in Boymask cloth two
The weave Boymask cloth one consisted of 24*6 frames, photographed only from the front of the fabric. Handwoven on 8 shafts with 8/2 cotton. Number of frames 144.
