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fullygoldy) wrote2008-03-02 08:37 am
fullygoldy) wrote2008-03-02 08:37 am
What Does This Say About Me?
Yesterday a friend posted about getting a costume to wear to a Wild Wild West party. I immediately pictured some sort of Annie Oakley gear - shirt with fringe, jeans, boots, and a hat.
Of course, she's going to be wearing something a little racier and girlier. Probably involving satin and feathers and hose...
Then I started thinking about all the occasions where I've gone out dressed as a guy. I've been Hawkeye Pierce (M*A*S*H), and a gangster in a pinstripe suit with fedora and penciled-in mustache. I've been a sailor in authentic navy blues, and a pirate (although I didn't get the memo about the eyeliner). And of course, in doing my job, I've frequently been the classic construction worker - men's shirt, jeans, steel-toed boots, hard hat, with and without the gloves and safety glasses many many times. I have also always wanted to wear a tuxedo, but haven't had the right occasion for it (plus, I think I should be much taller and thinner to pull it off).
This is not to say I don't enjoy dressing like a girl, because I really really do love the silky and the slinky and the sexy. (Hence the angel, fairy, witch,Tinkerbell, and baby doll costumes). But given the opportunity to wear a costume, I seem to go for the menswear regularly.
And while we're on the subject of genderfuckery, what does it say about all the guys who have picked me up while I was dressed like them? Or, maybe I picked them up - it's hard to say. (Don't worry, it's only happened once at work - and that was a looong time ago). I only had one guy come straight out and say he was uncomfortable with me being dressed like a guy. He's not the one that went home with the gangster that night.
Of course, she's going to be wearing something a little racier and girlier. Probably involving satin and feathers and hose...
Then I started thinking about all the occasions where I've gone out dressed as a guy. I've been Hawkeye Pierce (M*A*S*H), and a gangster in a pinstripe suit with fedora and penciled-in mustache. I've been a sailor in authentic navy blues, and a pirate (although I didn't get the memo about the eyeliner). And of course, in doing my job, I've frequently been the classic construction worker - men's shirt, jeans, steel-toed boots, hard hat, with and without the gloves and safety glasses many many times. I have also always wanted to wear a tuxedo, but haven't had the right occasion for it (plus, I think I should be much taller and thinner to pull it off).
This is not to say I don't enjoy dressing like a girl, because I really really do love the silky and the slinky and the sexy. (Hence the angel, fairy, witch,Tinkerbell, and baby doll costumes). But given the opportunity to wear a costume, I seem to go for the menswear regularly.
And while we're on the subject of genderfuckery, what does it say about all the guys who have picked me up while I was dressed like them? Or, maybe I picked them up - it's hard to say. (Don't worry, it's only happened once at work - and that was a looong time ago). I only had one guy come straight out and say he was uncomfortable with me being dressed like a guy. He's not the one that went home with the gangster that night.