My dad did sometimes, mainly when he thought I looked GAY. Like if he thought my pants were too tight he'd say something like, "did you buy those in the girls' section?" and I genuinely hadn't, and the pants were not even that tight, they just fit. But both my parents criticize what I wear more now than they did when I was growing up. It's less about the clothes themselves and more about my body and what they look like on my body. My mom likes to tell me I'm too old to wear certain things, or that I don't "have the right shape" for something. She suggests something else would be "more flattering." And that bugs me more now than it did years ago, because years ago when I started hrt I thought, 'this is temporary, because everything will fill out and they'll leave me alone." Well, no, that's not how it works for everyone. I was a gangly bih before and I'm a pretty gangly bih now. Some people are gangly, get into it. Or don't, just leave me alone.

My parents didn't really meet my SUITORS when I was younger. My dad met one of the two "serious" girlfriends I had in high school by accident and he had nothing negative to say about her at the time. if I'd involved them more, as well as been more aware of myself, I'm sure he would have been mortified at the time. he did try to tell me I shouldn't or *couldn't*be friends with certain people.

When I wanted my first pair of black trousers at the age of fourteen my mom said after a bit of hesitation that later in life I would have the opportunity to wear black more than enough. She meant as a sign of grief or on funerals. She could not comprehend that black is also a thing beyond the social limits and meanings. My parents were critical of my taste in almost everything. With the exception of wearing items of very revealing character like cleavages or hot pants or such. There was a taste limit, but it was not where the common social rule had put it. They were very much more picky about the people I knew. They were openly judging people with comments on their respective intellect, manners or looks. When they found a person to be without manners they called them peasant. The lowest degree you can have in their mind. They meant not farmers. They meant peasants as a category of rude, thick, dumb, people who physically and mentally act like bulldozers and boars and express themselves in a coarse and primitive language of their own transporting the verbal equivalent of their swine like state in sounds of grunting. They said that people grunted and behaved like zombies often.