Clothes make the (Wo)Man.

My mom told me all day that she needs more ideas for Christmas gifts for me. I told her a few oddities (Super glue, a glue gun, craft board, fabric, and books on art history) but she said she wanted more ideas. However, she is not going to buy what I want.

You: “Why?”
Me: “Because…I want a sweater dress, leggings, piercings for these cool earrings I found, some high heels, a wig that matches my natural color, and some more ‘girl’ outfits.”

I’ve done drag before. Not stereotypical drag with overdone lips, redrawn eyebrows, and flashy eighties’ left-overs. (This is known as “Camp Drag” if you wondered.)

Usually it was for a party; but on October 11, 2009 I gussied up in rhinestones, a tiara, and an old wedding dress complete with train to march on the surprisingly clean streets of Washington, D.C. amidst other activists to demand equal rights. This was the first time I had done it as a political statement. People have said, “If I have to wear the dress, I will.” I just wore it because I’m a queen. ;)

I never really thought about wanting “girl” clothes before. I mean, there was a time where I would say I’d only do drag if it was among my last job options. Lately though, the more I think about it the more I wouldn’t mind it.

I mean, clothes are just fabric cut and sewn. Is there any type of fabric that is specifically reserved for either sex? How did society come to fear something so harmless?

What are your thoughts on this?

Hesitance

Silence.
I don’t know what I want to write.
My fingers clumsily dance across these all too familiar squares without much premonition.
Secrets: Can I write them here? /Should I write them here?
How will I identify whose eyes will glide along my ideas, dreams…insanities?
I’m not asking for understanding, pity, or praise. I want answers; but I’m not sure where I want them to come from.
Do I want to risk revealing my raw thoughts to those they may affect?
We’ll see how this goes.