sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
So.
Clothes.
And the fact that I seem to care about them.

That is a thing, yes it is. It is a somewhat new and unusual thing for me, as I am very staunchly of the "I will wear jeans and a t-shirt and it will be fine" camp. And yet, virtually my whole life I have been a fan of playing dress-up, figuring out just which pieces looked best with what accessories. Oh sure, at some point I started to call it "costuming", and I've never been one to tell whether the colours I picked were willing to play nice with each other, but clothes are kinda fun! Sure, I don't have any talent at making them, and have been known to publicly revile sewing with the same intensity I normally reserve for that thing that happens in the kitchen1, but then again, I hear there is this marvelous new invention called the sewing machine that may make it a less loathsome task. And, well, it's all very good to revile sewing, but thrift stores will only get you so far in finding costume components.

However, while costuming is all well and good, and between my good luck and charm, often surprisingly easy for me2, there's this whole other aspect of clothing, and that seems to be the day-to-day outfits. Things that you wear out and about in the world, at all the various levels from casual to full formal, but don't necessarily count as costume3. I am especially shite at professional, as it seems to have all these rules that sound like you should dress formally, but if you wear a prom dress, you've somehow done it entirely wrong.

The other problem, with both costume and non, is that I grew up in a household that was very low on caring about clothing. I ultimately think this was for the best for me --I certainly prefer my mother to your stereotypical frippered fifties housewife-- however, it has left me with a slim gap in terms of figuring out exactly what looks good on me, in terms of both colours and style. Clothing styles are made complex by the fact that not every body shape looks good in ever style4, 5, and so while there are almost certainly clothes that look good on everyone out there, it is sometimes difficult to discern what those clothes are. I had virtually no training in this as a child (t-shirt and jeans look pretty okay on everyone, though certain jean styles run into problems) and so I'm somewhat having to wing it now, mostly through the use of mirrors, and being as vain as possible. Also, I actually try on clothes before I buy them, unlike many other people7, which usually gives me a small hand up.

What this entire post is trying to say, in a delightfully roundabout way, is that I don't actually tend to look very good in tops without straps9, 15, especially very femme ones. This actually makes perfect sense in light of something that [livejournal.com profile] rm recently pointed out --that when you have small tits, it often works better to emphasize the curve from shoulders to hips, rather than the more traditional breasts to hips11. Strapless tops tend to draw emphasis to that breasts-to-hips curve, which on my body...is relatively straight, honestly. Or at least, relatively straight until I get down to the hips, at which point it flares out.

This isn't at all a bad thing --I dearly love having small breasts, and would not swap them for anything13. Similarly, my childbearing hips are crucial to being able to carry things (especially children, honestly) and providing the framework to my lovely arse. However, trying to emphasize that particular lack-of-a-curve just doesn't look very good on me14. It makes my shoulders look broad (they are, comparatively) and my breasts look decidedly non-curvy (again, they kinda are) and doesn't at all look as sleek and sexy as I'm usually hoping it will.

And best of all, I now know this. Meaning that when I *am* trying to look sexy, I can wear something else. Now, all that's left to do is figure out what precisely that something else is...

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Sex?
2: If I tell you what I paid for my reasonably period, gorgeous dark blue brocade Regency-era tailcoat, you will quite plausibly glare at me. Hint: nothing. I swiped it from the dress-up pile, long after Chort donated it. I love love love being second-gen fan, and knowing all the right people. <3
3: I think I can, because of aforementioned tailcoat, wear a more intense formal dressed in costume (and as a male) than I can in non-costume (and as a female). This is very silly and makes me smile.
4: See also "Everyone looks pregnant in empress waistlines unless they are extremely lucky or wearing the proper corsetry"6
5: And even more complex by the fact that the people who make styles really only make styles for a very small number of body shapes, and I'm not positive I'm actually one of them, but that's a rant for another day.
6: Ohmhyghod, and I just entered "empress waistline" into Google to see if the images would back me up on this, and the very first hit on regular search is some style site question of "How is it possible to wear an empress waist dress and not look pregnant". Internet, you have supported me today, I award you a cookie. Oh, and the images don't seem to know what I am talking about when I say empress waistline, so don't bother.
7: I suppose I get this at thrift stores, when you don't know if the clothes have been cleaned8, but at like a department store? Seriously, how will you know if it fits right if you don't try it on? Especially when we're dealing with women-sizes, which make roughly as much sense as a platypus on meth.
8: At the store I worked at, we sure as heck didn't have the facilities to clean clothes. We looked through them to make sure they weren't blatantly stained or ripped (and tossed them into the ragpile if they were), but we just hoped the donators actually washed things before giving them away. And now you know!
9: Perhaps that should be feminine-strapless-things. At the risk of sounding as though I'm fetishizing trans culture, I think I tend to look pretty good when wrapped in ace bandages10, or otherwise binding my breasts (using methods with or without straps.
10: Yes, yes, I know you're not supposed to. I've never worn them for longer than a couple hours. I both can't afford and am dubious as to my right to a proper binder12.
11: As an aside, this is my single favourite curve on the entire female body. Every once in a while, I will realize that I am just running my hands up and down a female friend's sides, and become quite chagrined. Usually, they are okay with it (and often I ask first.)
12: Bee-tee-dubs, can we not argue about this here? Thanks.
13: Unscrewable boobs, on the other hand? I would be all about that.
14: Blah blah, subjective, blah blah, I'm probably not qualified to judge whether I look good despite it being my body, blah blah have never tried it with a properly uplifting bra (I don't own a strapless variety), blah blah whatever.
15: As an afterthought, I also look somewhat good in the strip-of-cloth-tied-around-the-bosom thing, possibly because it *just* emphasizes the breasts curve, and is often worn as part of a visually interesting costume, *and* I do have a single strapless top that I look okay in --the shape of it cooperates well with my body. So it's not impossible, just tricky.
sorcyress: Picture of a smiling tampon with the phrase "Girls: We're so emo we don't even NEED to cut ourselves" (Emo-period)
ETA: At any rate, I have this working camera, and this working webcam, and this flickr pro account, and I really *should* be using those things to make a lot more posts with pictures attached. Because pictures are pretty awesome.

So here, have a snap of me showing off my hair, and making a hand gesture that I also made at least twice and possibly as many as four times in my senior yearbook. Sorry, mom.



So, I swear this isn't turning into an angry-feminist-blog. There are some very good ones of those already, and I'm too shy to compete. But everything that's been clicking in as actual posts has been all angry and feministy lately, so that's what you get.

At any rate, I was bored, and wandered into Amanda Palmer's blog, which I really should read regularly. Her most recent entry talks about going to the Golden Globes with her fiancee, Neil Gaiman, and how she wore this cute little dress, and didn't shave her armpits.

And how she wound up on all these fashion sites, and OH MY GOD SHE WENT THE THE GOLDEN GLOBES WITHOUT SHAVING FIRST!

Perhaps I haven't made the grave seriousness of this situation clear enough.

OH.
MY.
GOD!


Like, how dare she not shave her armpits!

And, so, apparently this chica Mo'nique showed up to the GGs with unshaven legs, which she brazenly showed off1. I'm reading an article about Mo'nique and her legs, which includes the incredibly awesome line:

During a 2006 appearance on U.S. talk show The View, she told host Barbara Walters:
'I must show America what a real leg looks like … because it's too much in the morning, every morning, to shave, to cut, you got Band-aids baby.'
2

And so I keep reading, smiling that someone famous gets that you don't have to be hairless to be gorgeous, and I get to *this* line in the article:

Thankfully though she did admit to shaving her armpit hair to avoid what she called "stink".

...thankfully?
...thankfully

Yes, thank *fucking* god she gets rid of the hair under her arms. Anything else would be freaky! And definitely stinky, because there is no way to make your armpits not stink except by shaving off all the hair, nu-uh, nope, no way. Which is why every boy in the history of ever3 smells like a stinky thing every time they raise their hands above their head.

...hang on. That can't possibly be right, now can it?

At any rate, this is about when I take to the twitters, with loud angry-feminist tweets. Most importantly, I be all "dear world, there are things called showers and deodorant that make your armpits not smell, OHMYGOD SHOCKING I KNOW!" Unfortunately, I don't think the people who read my twitter are the ones who need to be hit with the cluebat, but there we go.

So yeah. Morals of this story are!

  • Amanda Palmer is awesome, hot, and is comfortable with her body, which is superdoubleplushot

  • I am awesome, hot, and sometimes comfortable with my body, but
    certainly comfortable with my body hair
    , which I suppose gets me a whatever, depending on your stances on such.

  • If you have a sense of basic hygiene, your armpits shouldn't smell

  • Body hair on people is not the end of the world oh shit oh my god.

  • If such and such is not your type, don't bitch about everything you consider wrong with them and how they're not pretty enough for you. Just stop looking at them and move on. (ohmygod, how revolutionary)

  • This Mo'nique5 person warrants further research, because seriously, I love her forever based off two lines in an interview (and okay maybe because she has kickass curves and I'm jealous)

  • This is not actually a particularly coherent angry feminist post, but that's okay. Sometimes I just need to be ranty.


YAY!

~Sor
MOOP!

1: YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY FUCKING YAY I AM SO HAPPY THAT SOMEONE LIKE THAT WINS AWARDS! I LOVE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN WHO BEAUTIFUL IN SOME OF THE SAME WAYS I AM BEAUTIFUL

2: SERIOUSLY SO HAPPY HERE!

3: Yes, I'm well aware some boys shave their body hair. That's cool, if it's what they want to do. Which behooves me to note that, whatever you want to do with your body hair is okay by me; this is one of those things I am really quite mellow about. Do whatever makes you happy, or, if you roll that way4, your SO(s) happy. Don't bother anyone else about their choice and everyone will just be fine.

4: Which is to say, if you honestly don't have an opinion, and your SO does, and you're willing to do it for them. Not because they demand it of you. Demand is not generally cool.

5: *GLEE AND HAPPY!*
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
Oh hey, I never posted this. It seems pretty readable, so have an essay that's been lying around on my desktop for a couple weeks. I think I wrote it just post-NEFFA or so.



So, I don't shave my legs.

(I don't shave my armpits either, but it's a little easier to hide that --I can wear t-shirts all summer. There is weather where pants *really* aren't an option.)

I've never shaved --never really seen the point. My general feeling about it is that the only thing it really accomplishes is boy attraction, and therefore falls into the same category of "completely fucking useless" as wearing make-up does. When I was of an age to learn how and get into the habit, I was also of an age where boys were useless and relationships impossible. For just post-pubescent Sorcyress, boy chasing was the furthest thing from my mind.

As I've gotten older, actually accepted that maybe this relationship idea is not all bad all the time, and started to (on occasion) do things specifically to attract boys1, 2, I've still never bothered to shave my legs. Between the feministy stance and the much larger "I am lazy and a little bit of a perfectionist and I don't want to waste my time doing that to the degree I'd want to" stance, I've just never gotten around to it.

This would not be a problem, were I not a little bit self conscious of my hairy self. Okay, a lot self conscious. I try really quite hard to love my body just the way it is, but as with the stomach thing (mine is round, not flat), I live in a society that has made it very very clear that my body is NOT PERFECT and I should therefore try to fix it.

This is obviously bullshit. The clearest reason I can see for having a societally perfect body is so I can catch myself a man. Maybe if I get to a point where I can't rattle off without thinking the names of ten guys3 who would happily have sloppy make-outs with me I'll shave and start binge-dieting like it's going out of style6, but in the meantime, I think I can live comfortably with my really quite awesomely hot body just as it is.

Now, almost a year ago, something in my attitudes changed. Prior to this, I tended to wear a lot of tights, a lot of pants, yes, all summer long. Tank tops would only be worn with an open button-up shirt over them. Society couldn't make me take a razor to skin7, but it could at least make me hide the fact that I didn't.

So, a year ago, I was driving somewhere with my friend Jim. It was recockulously hot out, because it was summer in Maryland, and I was wearing shorts. At one point in the conversation, he commented, and I gave my usual "I am lazy and a feminist and therefore don't bother" answer. His response? Totally without mocking "You go girl."

My brain clicked into place, and more or less all was right with the world. That was about the point of my life where I started actively trying to be better about loving my body like it deserves. I've stopped wearing tights when I know damn well they'll be too warm, short skirts are even less the enemy than before, and while I'm still a little bit self conscious wandering out in the world, I'm getting better and better at just not giving a shit.

I don't get in people's faces about it. I don't rail against my smooth-legged friends. ((Hell, when given the invitation, I will happily run my hands up and down my roommates just shaven legs --all of the niceness without any of the itching or stubble the next day!)) I don't even usually bring it up. I just wear short skirts and bare legs and let people decide for themselves whether that's terrible. If people can't be friends with me just because I don't match that idea of normalcy, well, I don't really want them to stick around to find all the other deviant behaviours I indulge in.

I still can't look in the mirror every day and think I'm gorgeous. Hell, half the time I can't even manage seeing "pretty". But I'm getting a lot better at looking in the mirror and seeing myself, exactly as I'm meant to be, and not someone uncomfortable in her own skin.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: I feel that this is about the point in the essay where I should say I'm only using boys because I am too lazy to constantly write out "folk who like girls" I have no problems with being ogled by members of any gender --at least not when I'm in ogleable mode. It's a weird little exhibitionist line, and would probably take another essay to explain.

2: And I still don't often do things specifically to attract people. Rocky Horror and *some* conventions are the only exceptions, and only to a small extent.

3: This is not an exaggeration, and I've thought of at least two more since I said that. And these are just the folk I *know* want sloppy make-outs --I'll be damned if I can ever remember or keep track of how many of you want to take me home and do naughty things with me.4

4: ...or to me, but that's a different post, and one I don't feel like putting here. Suffice to say, I think that sloppy make-outs5 should have all parties as active participants. More fun like that.

5: This is a euphanism.

6: Or, you know, I'll just get over it and be happily single. Shock, horror, all that.

7: And that's another thing. Razor blade. Can kill people. Scraping against skin. How the *fuck* is this considered normal for *anyone*?

((That being said, I do have maybe a slight preference for clean shaven men. But I've had perfectly nice kissies with boys with beards before, so really, shaven status is totally up to them. Unless they try to grow a pornstache. I do not give kissies to boys with pornstaches.))
sorcyress: Just a picture of my eye (Me-Eye)
So, last Tuesday I had an emo attack of the *worst* sort, which led to me curled up on the floor crying and holding my boxcutter. Not cutting myself, not cutting anything else (although I was tempted to butcher my jeans just as an outlet) just playing with it. Eventually, my brain kicked in and went all "hurr, you're a writer, why don't you write on yourself instead of not-cut yourself. Doesn't hurt anyone!"

So...I did. I wrote an exceptionally emo poem called "Litany of Hate" using myself as the canvas. I wrote it mostly on my arms and legs, and have done my best to reproduce the not COMPLETELY behind the walls bits here:

Said poem. An unhealthy combination of emo and 'Why Sorcy is effed up' version point whatever beneath the cut. Own risk, blabla )

So! Results.

In which Sorcy does manage to metadiscuss the above poem and some of the ramifications it had on her, but also spends quite a bit of time digressing about movies, being distractable, and plotting lesbian biblophiliac porn. )

Logically, I think the next thing to do would be an analysis of the poem itself, but I'm bored of writing this, and will do so later. (Later here having a meaning of broken'never'. [/scruffy!Norrington]) I'm off to go scrawl down random things in the writersjournal about bits of world that I have been building since sixth grade. Ta!

~Sor
MOOP!

(((Apropos of nothing, I appear to have coined a new term in the dictionary of useful Kat-stuffs. Before the Walls. It's the general equivilant of things that are behind the walls, except that you lot get to read it.)))

Postscript: My English class is rubbing off on me. I actually went back and fixed the text of the second cut so that it had proper parrallelism. On a side note, what does ETA mean? I got that it's some sort of "I edited this" shorthand, but I don't actually know the rest.
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
"Kat! I was looking in the mirror in the bathroom when it hit me!! I'm just a mini-you!!!"

~Aly, my darling younger sister.

Now she's screaming in horror. Am I that hideous?

~Sor
MOOP!

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