I’m very into role-playing: when I crossdress, it is an overt way of showing people I’m playing a “character”. It raises awareness of the choices we make every minute of every day to be who we are. We are all playing roles.
What’s my motivation? I’m just trying to get to the core of these weird recreations we call the movies.” —
I should stop being shocked when James Franco finds new ways to annoy me.
Update re: possibly age-inappropriate polka dot dress:
A stranger at the bar basically just looked at me and identified that I was going to sing Blondie at karaoke, so I guess it sent the right message?
This is pretty much why I feel uncomfortable w/ the de-amalgamation conversation?
When you realize that you probably haven’t had a cold for two months, you’ve just suddenly developed seasonal allergies.
So I have been biking to work for the past few weeks (for combined reasons of cheapness, healthiness and trying not to be scared of stuff) and it has mostly been great, but today I noticed a thing that happens a lot.
So I’m you know, wearing my violet khakis and biking along with my satchel purse slung behind me, on a busy bike lane and this muscular guy wearing a technical t-shirt kind of cuts me off? Like he passes me on the left but then he starts to pull in front of me way too early so I actually have to slow down so I don’t hit him. Then he proceeds to bike along at basically my pace for the whole rest of the way to my work (like 15 minutes probably?). Obviously I don’t really know why this dude felt the need to aggressively pass me so he could ride at my pace but whatever.
Then, like three times, this thing happens: a dude on a racing bike pulls past me, and then pulls in between me, girly-girl, and this big athletic looking guy who is going basically exactly as fast as i am. So….that’s a thing.