Clothes Feelings 1.

 
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I've always really enjoyed outfit posts- I love seeing what other people are wearing and why. I just want to talk about how clothes make me feel. Join me if you’d like!

I love how femme I feel in butch clothing.

This shirt makes me feel so gay in a way that is very specific to where I’m from in the world. Most midwestern queers I know have had a period of Sears work shirt appreciation and I am, at long last, entering into mine. This particular shirt made all the difference- I’ve got a long torso and I flail my arms around a lot, so keeping a slippery, worn out shirt tucked in can be a real challenge, but this long and lean pup goes halfway down my thighs. Slippery as it is, it’s not going anywhere. Drape like this has to be beaten into a garment by decades of wash and wear; it’s worn out in that way that could feel gross but instead feels like... reer.

I am hard on clothes, always crawling around on the floor and spilling things. Army pants like these have become a staple in my dresser because no matter what you do to them they wash up okay. I think it’s some secret government fabric technology- they seem to be made of the twill equivalent of teflon. Whatever it is, they make me feel great. My body has fluctuated in shape a lot these last couple of years and these slacks were along for the ride. It’s been like the sisterhood of the traveling pants but I am every sister. You can tell it’s warm out cause I’ve cuffed the bottoms an extra roll, haha. Now they’re “summer” pants.

I like to wear clogs because they make me feel tall. That’s it. This pair is paint splattered, ink stained, scraped to shit and I still consider them my dressy shoes because they make me feel so tough. I love to stomp around in them.

Worn to the square for a picnic 06.03.21

Grace Rother