I Gave Up Pants—But Femininity Is Just As Binding
I stopped wearing pants in the name of physical comfort, with the emotionally uncomfortable result that I now present as a woman who wears dresses all the time.
Excuse me, stewardess, I speak girl.
The Faerie Queene
a woman who wears dresses all the time.
This performance was a better game, a camp indulgence, when I could balance it back to neutrality.
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