Spike ,'Sleeper'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
But DAYUM baby, at the end of a long, hard day, that shit's so uncomfortable.
Heh, I had the same thought. At the end of a long day, I change into flannel pajama bottoms and a cotton tank top. If I change into heels of any height, it's because they're new and I need to break them in before wearing them outside.
I am irritated at myself for completely failing to get gender dysphoria. It just feels like something I might be able to start to grok.
But, no, nothing. I have the chick version of "white privilege." I can wear pants or skirts. I can dress in "drag" and no one will notice or comment. I mean, fuck, I play in boy spaces just about all the time, and even when I tussle and fuss at stereotypes, it's really nothing compared to having a need to be another gender, or seeking a comfort in clothing or hobbies that society would look askance at me for.
I can't begin to imagine what feeling like a man would be like. I don't know how one could pin that dissatisfaction down, and know "Aha! It's my lack of maleness that bothers me, and I can go some way to fixing that by taking hormones, removing my breasts, and living as a man." Yet, a family member did just that. I figure I'll let him get a little more used to it before I start being horribly pokey, though. He's got enough drama right now.
when he comes home from work, he changes into a dress or skirt and the highest fucking high heels I've ever seen. Generally a bra and fake boobs
...which was: "But DAYUM baby, at the end of a long, hard day, that shit's so uncomfortable. You should get pretty jammies and slippers, instead. My current favorites are light pink Betty Boop PJs."
The first thing I do when I get home is take OFF my bra and heels.
(And Fay, didn't you know that when we were thrift-store shopping in SF, I was buying slinky skirts and whatnot for The Boy?)
Well, no, because I wasn't there for the thrift shopping.
t / apologetic.
We pretty much split up on Valencia, and I was a (somewhat inebriated) part of the RunBackToSeeVids!Now!Now! group, rather than the thrifting group. Which is sad, because I did want to do thrifting, but I wanted vids more.
the first thing *he* does is put ON a bra and heels.
This reminds a bit of a lot of the girls (and actually a few of the guys) I've worked with. In archaeology, there is no glamour, at all. Everyone, male and female, wears the same grotty old jeans and t-shirts. In winter, you can't even tell whether someone is male or female because they're so covered up. And so a lot of the girls will go home and change into pretty fancy clothes, maybe even make-up, just to balance out the day. Maybe the boy is just doing the same thing - feeling a bit fancier after a day of beigeness (and he just happens to feel fancy in lady things).
heh. It's been 4 years since I've been able to take off my bra comfortably. Even at night, I wore a bra all through pregnancy and nursing. Which, um, has nothing to do with gender dysphoria. Sorry.
You find yourself in a dark alcove. Crude images of fanfic theory are daubed on the walls
(Playing the LJ dungeon game. This is the best game EVER.)
...oh.
Or it was, before Vily the Cockatrice killed me, while I had no gold pieces and only the Axe of Smallville to my name.
pouts.
And so to bed.
World's oldest jewelry may be 100,000 years old. (That is, the shells ARE 100,000 years old, and may be jewelry.)
Heh. Trust me -- we've had that conversation many times. The first thing I do when I get home is take OFF my bra and heels; the first thing *he* does is put ON a bra and heels.Hee! If you breasts were removable, would you take them off, too? There are nights I would love to just tuck 'em in a pretty pink satin box, and leave them there 'til I needed them.
And so a lot of the girls will go home and change into pretty fancy clothes, maybe even make-up, just to balance out the day. Maybe the boy is just doing the same thing - feeling a bit fancier after a day of beigeness (and he just happens to feel fancy in lady things).That's probably it, Jars. Do the women change into their fancy stuff, even if nobody is going to see them?
This reminds me of a woman I used to work with, who was sweet and funny but also batty as all hell. She was visiting our site and thus staying in a hotel. Here is what she said, "I can't wait to get back to the hotel, take off my bra, take off my wig, and take out my teeth!" It took everything I had to keep it together.