novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- summer femininity goes awry i was at the fair on monday, walking around looking for my mom (she's on the board of directors), and a female cop hit on me. "would you like a temporary tattoo?" "no." "but have you experienced the WONDERFUL SENSATION of wearing a ventura pd tattoo on your smooth skin?" "gahhh!" this friday, lunch break: i walk to subway. i pass a middle aged couple in the parking lot. the man meets my eyes. i give him a blank look and keep walking. i watch through the reflection in subway's window: me walking towards the window, him walking away. he turns around and visibly checks out my ass. for three entire seconds. this friday, 8:30 pm. greyhound station. i am waiting to pick up k after her long ride from san francisco. a twelve year old boy approaches me... you know you're dressing more feminine when a forty-five year old man checks out your ass in the middle of a subway parking lot. should i feel good about this? i make a terrible girl. i forget to shave my legs and armpits. i swagger when i walk. lipstick smears and sits on my teeth. i rub eye shadow off my lids unconsciously. my hair puffs out. but i do have triple d breasts, and they make everything below them look considerably smaller when i wear the right clothing. and when i have a girly haircut i look womanly. or "man dressed in drag"-ly. i feel kindof like i am participating in a sociological study of womanhood. what makes a girly woman? that she can pull off sporting makeup and still look delicate when she sweats? that she gets hit on by forty-five year old men in the middle of subway parking lots? 6 pm - 8.2.2000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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