Cyprus-Mail.com – By Stefanos Evripidou
There is a common perception that Cypriot men love to dress up as women when given half the chance. Come carnival month, rather than take on the persona of a nutty Cuban exile who walks around calling everyone an “effing cokaroach”, most men prefer to roll up the nylon stockings, slip into a mini and hit the town with clicking heels.
So what is it that makes us so eager to don a wig and lipstick? It’s not as if Cyprus has many cross-dressers during the rest of the year. Given our propensity to grow hair and scratch genitalia, it doesn’t take a CSI detective to figure out when the Christina you’ve been talking to all night is actually a Christos. In comparison, drinking in the late night bars of Thailand or Malaysia can be a much more hazardous exercise.