By Comparison With Any Standard That Respects Like. Freedom Of Movement For Both You And The Fabric You're Inhabiting - Blog Posts

an extremely 2015 post brought to you by an extremely 2015 experience namely 'someone i follow posting an outfit pic with vibes describable as ~dapperqueer~' except that like. the trousers were by menswear standards pretty noticeably too tight which is something i used to notice all the time with transmasc* outfit bloggers back in the day— just that like‚ esp by comparison with the rest of the outfit‚ the pants would just be disproportionately painted on— and like. idk. on an individual level you Gotta not hyperscrutinize people's individual choices. you just Gotta. but systemically it just really points up like. a way in which 'girls' get trained to shy away from ever wearing anything that might visually bulk up their body such that their perceptions of what 'fit' means become totally skewed by comparison with any standard that respects like. freedom of movement for both you and the fabric you're inhabiting ditto the way so many knitters make these intensely Shaped and frankly shrunken sweaters and like. idk. that's not my style‚ i love a good british-fisherman shapeless sack look‚ but you do you! but like. do you not want‚ like‚ enough room to at least fit a shirt under?? but like. the body Must Be Contained. anyway obviously it's hard bc like. lord knows with trans fashion you're always like. trying to strike a balance between things that Fit vs things that like. seem to you to help create a gender-affirming visual illusion even if they're in material tension with your body (and also like. 'nonbinary' isn't in fact 'just doing the Opposite thing'! the freedom to pick and choose is part of the point!) but at the same time. on a broader level. Patterns Do Emerge… anyway really i'm just mad bc i'm thinking abt like. clothes i bought in too small a size bc of my bad mind-warping training and how i'm STILL‚ even now‚ struggling to accept eg the birk size that all metrics agree i should be because something in my brain is like. wow those sure are some boats down at the end of your hairy calves! which is making me feel murderous bc like. i love my leg hair passionately actually! and i deserve to have room for my toes to wiggle!! like. goddamn. can we take up space!!! anyway. like i said. some *extremely* 2015 nonbinary feminism feels… (probably a bad and humiliating post to make but what is a perblog for if not. bad and humiliating posts.)