1. When do you feel at your most attractive?
1. When do you feel at your most attractive?
Anytime I'm wearing something funky + cute underwear, I feel like the sun shines directly out of my face.
2. Do you notice women on the street? If so, what sort of women do you tend to notice or admire?
I used to confuse my admiration of women on the street with my queerness, but at this point I know my romantic/sexual attraction lies in butch women, and my aesthetic attraction lies in literally anyone wearing colors, patterns, and/or accessories. I like gaudy and vintage, although recently I've been in to minimalism.
3. What are some things you admire about how other women present themselves?
Good posture has always escaped me. Same with a willingness to show off shoulders.
It hasn't happened yet.
I keep buying overalls because I hope that I'll look less like a farmer one day.
I gave a guy I was trying to romance one of my band shirts. I definitely don't feel good about giving up one of my favorite shirts, but I feel less bummed about the way our relationship ended every time I see him wearing the shirt.
I don't personally support loungewear. I like to feel good about myself and to do so I need a belt and a bra.
I think my mother likes to blend in, and I really don't. The only style she has passed down to me is a couple of turtlenecks she wore in the late '90s.
A good chunk of my wardrobe was plucked from my parents' closet. I have army jackets from my aunt's time in the service, shoes my grandmother wore in the '50s, sunglasses from my other grandmother, sweaters and turtlenecks from my mother, a billion button ups and windbreakers from my father. I was also inspired by a high school friend recently to start wearing scarves, and I wear my boyfriend's clothes sometimes.
At some point, I tried to kill myself. After surviving that attempt, I started wearing colors and patterns.
I throw modesty to the wind to spite conservative dressers (and people). I also dress in a kind of masculine way sometimes because I think gender is a sham.
I have curves in all the wrong places.
I don't know how to compartmentalize.
Out of control.
I'm wearing a slate gray mechanic jumpsuit I got from Amazon. It's boring, and I don't own an iron so I haven't yet put any patches on it yet, but I'm wearing a yellow scarf around my neck. I'm also wearing socks with Edvard Munch's The Scream on them, under black Converse high tops I've worn to death over the past three years. In my ears are dangly white vintage earrings that reach my shoulders, and on my fingers are an emerald green ring and a (fake) diamond ring. I have two barrettes in my hair, and a ton of blush on my cheeks and nose. I'm also wearing yellow eyeshadow, with my waterline in a blushy orange.
My partner and a girl I went to high school with.
I spent $30 on a vintage jumpsuit that didn't fit over my breasts.
I wear denim shorts under dresses so that I have pockets for my phone.
A ton of blush on the tip of my nose is my go-to sexy move.
I have classes at 8am five days a week. I dress comfortably, but not trashily. Dressing is in a sleepy rush, though.
Being raised in Catholicism made me want to push back from all types of modesty and the perpetuation of normcore culture.
I wore a lot of black when I was younger. I felt like it helped me express my emotions, and although my emotions feel dark still, I think I've realized that for me, wearing dark colors is the stylistic equivalent of wallowing in self-pity.
I wear button ups and slacks 100% of the time.
I work at a bagel shop. There's a pretty lax dress code, but I wear rings and bleach my hair and paint my nails, and everyone I work with is in a frat or sorority. It feels like there's an unspoken dress code, where everyone wears college hoodies and khakis.
I wear band shirts and patterned pants and jumpsuits and heavy boots.
Comforting to have a definitive, distinct dress code, constraining (or uncomfortable, at the very least) to have an unspoken dress code.
I dress like a man sometimes. Often. I spent most of middle and high school wishing my body was more masculine, because I developed breasts very early and very rapidly. My confusing gender and sexuality certainly didn't help my perception of my own body, and I don't think that perception has changed much since then. Having a better understanding of what I want and who I am hasn't helped a whole lot, I simply ignore my feminine discomfort.
I always look mildly uncomfortable. Or if I don't, I think I look too fat.
I can't afford it. I wish I could.
I have a pair of pink cat eye sunglasses. The frame is pink, and so are the lenses. They're perfect.
I keep around a red velvet pantsuit that I promise I will never wear. I don't know why I keep it, I just think someday someone much cooler than me will look into my closet and envy me based on the fact that I own a red velvet pantsuit. Red simply isn't my color.
A pair of Doc Martens. I still own them, but I rarely wear them.
An ethically sourced, affordable fur coat!
Everything is a huge mess, but I know where it is.
My friends know me well. My favorite is a pair of earrings from my friend Kalei that are silver, in the face of a shape. They dangle.