Tried on a new swimsuit I got a while ago and decided to just throw on a pair of heels and bunny suit it up!
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It’s been a little while, but I’m finally back! Guess what? I’ll be doing my best to post outfit photos every day from now til March 2nd! You can read all about that in my blog post that I linked above! Did you miss me?
No Pants November Day 17. This is actually one of the first dresses I ever bought. It was my go to for a long time because it’s so versatile. Today I took some scissors to an old men’s thermal shirt of mine to make it a boat neck collar undershirt.
this is also why so many gamers have trust issues
And X is always the damn quicktime event button.
Re-uploading my OOTD post because I feel like no matter what I did with the lighting the details of my skirt weren’t coming through. Also loving my hair again today.
Love it! Be sure to go check out Rye’s Movember page and donate!
We exist, and there is nothing scary or dangerous about us. We don’t just belong in your spaces; they are our spaces too. We belong.
I wrote a thing.
Didn’t have time this morning to mess with my hair so I just decided to embrace it and go with a grunge look.
No Pants November Day 8, donate to fight cancer here.
This is my nephew. Just in case it escaped your attention, he is dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.
Yesterday I was out for lunch with some of my family, including my nephew who I hadn’t seen for a few months. He was very excited to see me and I was him.
As soon as we sat in the restaurant, he started pulling out some princess figurines (which he had amusingly named Rihanna and Gaga), and he was explaining to me how beautiful they were. He told me he wished he could be as beautiful as them even though he was a boy.
This kind of comment was nothing new for him.
After we all started eating, I noticed he was facing away from us. He turned around with a tear rolling down his cheek and refused to say what was wrong. This was very out of character for him. He was usually so attention seeking and theatrical, and incredibly intelligent for his age.
After a while he put his head into his arms on the table and started crying a lot more. I leaned into him and asked what was wrong again.
He whispered really quietly to me “I don’t want to be weird.”
I responded to him saying “Weird? I’m weird. Weird is good, weird is different!”
"But I don’t want to be different, it’s wrong," he replied through tear-stained fingers.
Angry, I started “Let me tell you what’s wrong. You are five years old and people are already telling you what you should and shouldn’t say. Or what you should and shouldn’t wear. You’re crying because somebody decided what boys are supposed to do and what girls are supposed to do, and nobody should differ from that. Well, let me tell you a little something about normal…
It used to be normal to laugh at people because they had different coloured skin. It used to be normal to bully somebody if they were a boy and they loved another boy, or a girl who loved another girl. It used to be normal to pick on someone for being too fat or too skinny. It used to be normal to pick on different, and the worst part is that a lot of that stuff is still going on.
Why would you want to be normal, you’re extraordinary! If anybody tells you that you can’t be a beautiful princess, you put on that fucking dress because you are beautiful and you are a little weird, but nobody normal ever made a fucking bit of difference in the world. You wear whatever the hell you want, and like whatever the hell you like, because it’s people like you that are going to make a real, lasting change.
The world needs a lot more weird and a lot less normal.”
And he understood exactly what I meant. He lunged in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek before uttering under his breath “What does ‘fucking’ mean?”
I love that kid more than I’ve ever loved anything. Don’t make his generation fight our battles.
Shaming of every variety needs to end now, we should be celebrating different, not condemning it. Not just for society as it is now, but for society as it will be.
How many more tears do we need our children to cry?
Kicking off No Pants November 2013 with what has quickly joined my pantheon of favorite dresses in the last month, the Guest of Honor dress from ModCloth. I really, really love this dress and the way that it combines a more vintage, classic cut with the more modern pattern. It is so versatile too that you should definitely feel comfortable in assuming this is not the last time you’ll see it this month.
EDIT: Last year I did “No Pants November” mostly out of a lark, it was just a fun way for me to force myself to work on some variety to my styles and mix things up. But with it starting up again this year I wanted it to be a little less frivolous.
And then I was invited by Matt Fried, the captain of the Movember team for NerdMelt here in Los Angeles to join the team. I explained to him that growing facial hair is sort of bothersome for me because it stokes up my dysphoria, but that I really wanted to be involved since it is for a good cause. He agreed and I registered on the site as a “‘Mo sister.”
Prostate cancer is as much a concern for trans women as it is for men, so I’m happy to lend my legs to raise some money. I will try as hard as I can to remember to link to my “Mospace” page whenever I post a NPN outfit. But here for the first day is the link to it.
I hope you will support the cause!