Happy First Wednesday in March, which apparently means basically spring. In my strange little corner of the Pacific Northwest, it’s a sunny 60 degrees out.
I wore my “nice” black leggings, cuz that’s what I do, with a grey, floral, flowy blouse, a plain white cardigan, and simple black ballet flats all paired with some classic jewelry. I’m feeling a bit easy-breezy-Covergirl.
Looking back over my What I Wore Wednesdays, however hit and miss they have been, there is one standing similarity: They are all pretty standard, business casual, feminine outfits. The weeks and weather change but you’re pretty much looking at leggings or skinnies, a blousey top, and feminine shoes.That’s it. Not terrible innovative or exciting. A career in sales in a small, conservative community doesn’t allow for much else. Even my tiny little nose hoop is a push for some clients.
Today I give you two outfit sets: One my work wear… and one that is what I may just wear for a date tonight with that hot blonde of mine.
It’s kind of a confusing thing being a lesbian. It feels sometimes like you have to find your place on this perceived butch-femme spectrum and stick to it. I’m just not about that life. While I don’t anticipate ever coming off as hardcore butch, you definitely aren’t likely to catch me in fake nails with some froofy dress/stiletto combo. But then all the middle ground descriptors are far more complicated than I care to be. Chapstick femme? Butchy femme? Just plain androgynous? I mean, which one is it if I wear lip GLOSS… but with a snap back. I don’t know. A blue jeans femme? I read that once. I don’t even think it’s a thing. Maybe you have to be a total veteran lesbian to know the answers to these mysteries. Until then I’ll be bouncing around from femme business casual to non-descript sweatpants slob to off-track derby bitch to what my former pastor not-so-fondly calls “lumberjack dyke.” 😉