i love women, i love the way they wear jeans, some are patterned and patched, others high-rised and flared. i love how when i complement a girl with her earrings, her makeup, her hair thats cut short or high up in an updo, and she smiles and finds something to complement back. i love how women read, type, drink coffee.
to create my own gender rules: am i a femme Woman when i wear perfume? yes
when cindy lauper comes on? i’m a girl
when my girlfriend buys me dinner? yes
to go to a school mandated fancy networking event? maybe
when i wear denim on denim? not a girl.
talking to a straight man? def not a girl
in high school weightlifting class? i’m one of the guys obviously
listening to bruce springsteen? i’m him.
giving my jacket to a friend? i’m a Boyfriend pretending to be a fifties housewife in a LESBIAN GENDER PERFORMANCE way thank you.
because life is more than what you do to pay bills, and no one deserves to feel unsafe and underpaid in a work place (yes i am terrified but it’s okay)
i don’t want to have a “thick skin” about everything, maybe we should all just be nicer to each other. when did we come up with the concept that being sensitive is bad? i’m sensitive and i like it. the world doesn’t have to hit me and i just get back up, maybe i will cry a little bit.
