

I feel kinda same. I’m still questioning but I’ve begun to realize that being a man is not something I really every leaned into in my life, it was just like. A label applied and I did nothing to support or deny it. It was a thing just vaguely attached to myself. Dressing myself was always practical first with no care to color or coordination (jeans, belt, and long sleeve cotton shirts is about the only thing I’ve ever worn for my entire life, farm work necessitates it) and I have like, 3 dress shirts and a single pair of black slacks total for “fancy” events.
But I went and bought a skirt and some thigh highs on a whim last month from Amazon and upon putting them on, almost immediately I find myself thinking about color coordination, accessories, ways to combine different things that accentuate my hips, and WHOOF. Suddenly I am left wondering if my not caring about gender appearance was just bottling my feelings lol.






Nah. Cats are the supreme court.
They judge you based on some secret undescribed rules they care not to share with the public, stare down at you from their pulpit, and generally answer to no-one