Right now I am looking at the cutest sight ever... Three of my friends are sleeping/relaxing on the beds under the warmth of Christmas lights. It sounds boring and normal, but it is adorable. Especially the two (they are fag and hag, you just don't separate fags from hags) curled up on one bed, snuggling. D'awwwwwww!
Anyway... I like shopping, I like sewing, I pay attention to the runways and read fashion magazines. I love clothes in general. Quick, think of a fashion stereotype about lesbians! (It was probably flannel.) But I love clothes! I like looking pretty, wearing fluffy skirts and cleavage-revealing shirts because it's fun! For the longest time, I didn't because I was super self-conscious about my legs. Well, about my entire body, it's just that legs are what's revealed by skirts. Hence, my lifetime of jeans and skirts only when I'm feeling brave or desperate.
The other day, I decided that would stop. I was going to wear skirts, damnit! And I was going to like it! No more wimping our of showing off my gams! It's spring and skirts are not only in season, but far more comfortable than jeans, so out the skirts come!
Which of course, in my baby dyke mind, led to worries. What if possible ladies don't think I'm gay because of my skirts and heels? I already heels almost every day, whether they're boots or pumps, they are definitely high heeled. Ironic, since I used to stop wearing things that I thought made me look lesbian.
Again, enough is enough. I'm not going to dress a certain way just because I'm afraid of looking too dykey or not dykey enough. I am going to play with my style, open myself up to all the styles I never tried or ones I rejected. If I like it, it will get worn. The skirts and trench coats and plaid shirts and combat boots and fedoras and low cut shirts are all coming out of the closet, just like me.
Of course, whether or not I actually am brave enough to try these styles is yet to be seen.
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