Archive for the ‘Style’ Category

Tattoos have become the ubiquitous cliché of subversive cool. Like kooky eyeglasses and statement haircuts, they are props for people who would like to announce to the world that they are interesting. But in the vocabulary of personal style, there is something jarringly inarticulate about a tattoo.

I feel all of a jangle these days trying to craft my new self while emerging out of 29-almost-30 years of experience of being half me and half someone else masquerading as all the stuff I thought I should be.

I want to be outre and cool and a hipster and have kooky eyeglasses and a statement haircut and a tattoo. I’ve tried to get the statement haircut twice now and failed–once because the Mandarin speaking hairdresser did not believe me, despite the fact that I brought in pictures. The second time I didn’t bring in pictures, relying upon going to an English speaking hairstylist. I told her I wanted an asymetrical cut, but instead she just straightened out the bob the previous guy had given me.

I want cool clothes, but nothing feels cool on this chunky, muscular body of mine. I got all these shirts with wild patterns and interesting cuts, so why do I still feel so dowdy?

I wouldn’t mind being a hipster, but I’ve never seen a large hipster. It seems they all are straight up and down, like modern day flappers.

I want to look gay and I’m terrified to look gay. I don’t know what fits me better–skirts and heels or more masculine clothes. Part of me would also love to be a crunchy granola type (I am, after all, relying entirely on bike, foot, and bus transportation!). But again, there are few XLs in that style and even fewer that look decent. Unfortunately, XL just needs a lot more structure to the top than organic cotton usually comes in.

And then I want to do and do and do, but I’m also pretty darn exhausted these days. From not eating well enough? From biking everywhere? From working longer hours and at a faster pace than usual? Is my body slowly beginning to release tensions that I have carried around for years?

And I’ve only been here a couple of weeks–why does it bother me that I haven’t plunked on down in a community yet? I mean, last weekend I went to three things (a gallery opening/cocktail hour, an outdoor play, and a minor league baseball game). Yesterday I went to a dance club (which was a big downer–probably at least part of the reason for my mood. The same group of gals I met online is going to a movie tonight and I just don’t think I have the energy to bike downtown again. I just got home from some afternoon errands/ finding a better web connection to watch my first hour of tv in almost 3 weeks).

And what do I want? Do I want to spend my off hours reading harmless lesbian fiction that makes me feel more connected to the lesbian identity that sometimes feels rock solid and sometimes feels very shaky? Is fluff harmless? Or reading something more in-depth, like the history books I don’t have time for in my job right now? Do I want to spend the off hours working on polishing chunks of the dissertation into publishable articles? Do I have any brain left after working all day? Or do I want to do art? All of these things are lonely activities. What about finding a tennis club, or a dance club, or something else to do with folks? Or go to movies by myself? Or get my library card and new license and sign up for the gym and find the rest of the furniture I “need” and all that house-setting up I need to do? What about spending time with my cat, who is lonely without someone home with him all day (either me, or E, or Grandma, as has been the case for the past 2 years) and who doesn’t yet have a good scratching post because I can’t find one. I went in search of a petstore supposedly downtown, but couldn’t find it. Should have called first before riding my bike all the way over there!

Why do I feel like I have to do all these things at once? Oh, and I also want to write–write for this blog, and for my professional blog, and in my journal, and maybe on the couple of pieces of non-history fiction and non-fiction in my brain, as well as polishing diss stuff. And I’d love to work on some kind of a comedy show or something to get me back on stage. The only thing I’ve watched this summer is Last Comic Standing and I’m starting to think a minor career as a comedian wouldn’t be so bad. Actually it’d be very fun. I love to make folks laugh and sometimes i can be the life of the party. But I need to start writing down my observations in a humorous way.

And then there’s stuff like just figuring out where to put all the clothes currently in some state of dissaray between my closet and the floor and my suitcases. For awhile I ran out of hangers and I don’t have a dresser, so suitcases it is.

All this anxiety about who I am is driving me back to images of self-harm. I thought I was done with those. I’ve also been feeling my heart in my throat–because I’m back on caffeine or am I having panic attacks? They don’t normally happen when I am any more or less anxious, but then I am riding on anxiety these days. I saw a psychiatrist here (took 9 miles of riding–which doesn’t seem a lot compared to the 42 miles in 2 hours my friend rode the other day, but I do have a comfort bike and she has a road bike!) But therapy doesn’t really start helping until you’ve established a relationship with someone–and the psychiatrist wants to know all about me, but he only prescribes medicine. I have to wait almost a month to see my new therapist (would have been even longer–almost 2 months, but I requested someone comfortable with LGBT folk and that person had an earlier opening). I was great, I thought, when I left CA. Why am I falling to bits now?

And who the fuck am I? And why can’t I meditate? Is it because I feel like I “should?”

And again I forgot to go to the store (stopped at the farm stand for fresh peaches and blueberries and ivy for my porch), so i can’t make more coffee b/c I have no filters. Tomorrow it is a must, because I’m out of two meds and will need to get refills. I hope the Kroger down the street has $4 generics! Maybe I should call ahead of time? Yathink?

I’m sorry I only seem to write here when I’m anxious or frustrated or angry.

By the way, I started this article off with the tattoo reference because it is another place where I feel jangly. I want a tatto0, but I’m too nervous to even go into a tattoo parlor. All these different places I think I’ll be laughed out of–bike stores for being too chubby, hiking stores for being too urban and chubby, boutique clothing stores for being too chubby, gay places for only having just come out and being too chubby and also kinda boring.

But I’m not boring! And I’m cute in my own way! But it is a sign of a depressive funk for me to have lost all my self-esteem. Gone. Out the window.

Which brings up another pet peeve and then I’m done. Folks my age and older complain about this generation of undergrads for having too strong a self esteem. Ummm, isn’t that we wanted out of the 80s? Isn’t it better to have self-esteem than this tearing apart of myself, ice-pick and butcher knife at the ready, that seems to happen to me? Is it because academics are usually on that precipice of insecurity/arrogance so they dislike someone who is just stably self-assured? let’s try to figure out a way to work with these kids as they are instead of change them into insecure manic producers like ourselves? ‘K?


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Ohhhh, to live in New York and have the courage of the eclectic.

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freaking my mother out

Here’s a pic of me attempting my new style. It freaked my mom out b/c I was “starting to look the part.”

I thought my expression in this was a bit playful, but Grandma thought I was too serious. That and the tie “did nothing for me.” Can I go back to hiding?

Actually, I’m doing pretty good letting the criticism roll off my back, as much as I can.

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Style Update

I stopped by the thrift store on the way home from the psychologist’s today and found three shirts that I liked. The shoes I fell in love with last week were gone, but I’d expected that. The shirts: One white one (tuxedo-ish like DXL suggested. It will need an undershirt, which I’ll have to think about it). Also got the dandyish pink/yellow/white stripe one (dark shades of those colors, hard to describe, up and down stripes) that I spotted last week; also has tuxedo cuffs. Finally I got a brown one with a light pattern.

I also have a fedora!!! Well, a men’s hat that is sort of like a fedora. I mentioned wanting one to Gma and she pulled out one from the closet that she had bought for my Grandpa in Ireland (the label calls it an Irish fishing hat). It was too big on him, so he never wore it, but it fits me perfectly.

I also got a tie. So much fun to try it on with the white shirt. Not a big selection of ties, but this one is bright red with blue diamonds. My hat is plaid with red, blue, orange, and white wool threads. The other tie I liked was a blue paisley, but at the checkout I decided it was too dull. All that for 11 bucks, cause two of the shirts were on the 50% rack for the day.

Didn’t spot any vests or sweater vests or any belts. Not sure yet what kind of belt would work. Am I supposed to tuck the shirts in to go with the belt? Also didn’t try on any pants. Not sure the style yet that would work for me. I’m thinking maybe a men’s bootcut jean. I can’t imagine skinny jeans working on me (the sobriquet gives it away, after all), but I also don’t want hip hop wide jeans. I’ll keep pondering.


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New Hairstyle

Updated: I should mention that I’ve never had a short-short hairstyle before. The shortest I’ve gone was this last time with a bob at a little below my jaw bone. Right now my hair is about half way between my jaw and my shoulders.

It’s been on my mind for awhile to get a new hairstyle (and with DXL’s encouragement, I am so much closer). I’m thinking asymmetrical, with one piece long in front and short in the back. Now the question is Asian salon here or familiar salon in MI when I go back for graduation.

Your thoughts are appreciated. A few pics I’ve found (and with my cousin’s help):

A tad long for what I’m thinking:

Course, now that I’m looking again for the pics and paying attention to the names, not just the photos, I’m realizing that both Paris Hilton and Victoria Beckham sported this look. Ack! Not exactly the steps I want to follow in.


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Help with new style

We went shopping yesterday and I discovered that the style my new identity wants is conflicting with the set patterns of my old identity. And of course, I’m not sure exactly yet who this new identity is. One thing for sure, though, is that the longing for a sun dress is the longing for sun dress on someone else, because they always look horrid on me. I don’t want to go totally butch, because I am finally in a place (after fifteen odd years of struggle) where I like my chest and am not ashamed of it. (The one dress that I though looked decent Gma declared “emphasized my chest too much.”) I was attracted to flouncy and flimsy and flowy clothes, but they looked terrible on me. I didn’t edge into the guys area too much b/c I was with Gma. I guess moving slow is ok.

I stopped at a thrift store on Monday and there was a pair of men’s dress shoes that were absolutely perfect. Really well made and my size, but I couldn’t figure out if they fit b/c of my hobbling. One shoe seemed to hurt my foot and I couldn’t figure out if it was something to do with the injury or the shoe or my foot. So I didn’t buy them. But men’s dress shoes definitely seem to be part of the new style.

I also tried on a fancy men’s dress shirt (the sort of dandy ones I was always trying to get my poor hubby to wear–not his style, though). It looked really good. Amazingly, it didn’t gap at the front like women’s button up shirts do so much (now that’s ass backwards). But I didn’t get it. Guess I’m not quite comfy with the new style yet.

Which is to say, which of these t-shirts should I get? One of the ones I got a bit ago doesn’t look at all good on me (it’s a light colored shirt, and I look better in dark colors) and I’m going to exchange it for one of these:

Gorgeous, but too girly?:

I love it…looks like that physics part of me still buried deep within. But something holds me back:

This one is awesome too:


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