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If Christmas at home wasn't going to be horrific enough this year, what with arrested nephews and WWIII having broken out between my aunt and my mother, it turns out I will be in the throes of PMT. Everyone had better keep their mouths shut, or else I might break out a few home truths.
On a more cheerful front, here are Edwardian-styled clothes of complete sexiness, made with traditional fabrics like drill, linen, moleskin, wool serge. It's times like these I wish I were a man, or at least a bit more manly-bodied. Maybe it's a sign of impending hormonal rumptions (in terms of "time of life") that my dislike of my more girlie attributes is more pronounced at present than it has been for years. Or perhaps it's the fact I'm feeling a bit disconnected from my body in general. Hm.
Anyway, getting back to the cheerful part, I love these trousers (but wouldn't be able to carry them off, due to the fact the waist would pretty much reach my boobage), and these (which I am seriously contemplating, if I can suck up the price), and these spunky shirts (there are women's shirts as well, but as with most women's shirts, it looks like the length is not sufficient for my body, dagnabit - I actually like the length of my torso, except when it comes to buying any shirts that I want to remain inside my trousers). These women's trousers are quite nice, although side-buttoning, poo poo poo. And there are one or two nice things for the real ladeez as well.
On a more cheerful front, here are Edwardian-styled clothes of complete sexiness, made with traditional fabrics like drill, linen, moleskin, wool serge. It's times like these I wish I were a man, or at least a bit more manly-bodied. Maybe it's a sign of impending hormonal rumptions (in terms of "time of life") that my dislike of my more girlie attributes is more pronounced at present than it has been for years. Or perhaps it's the fact I'm feeling a bit disconnected from my body in general. Hm.
Anyway, getting back to the cheerful part, I love these trousers (but wouldn't be able to carry them off, due to the fact the waist would pretty much reach my boobage), and these (which I am seriously contemplating, if I can suck up the price), and these spunky shirts (there are women's shirts as well, but as with most women's shirts, it looks like the length is not sufficient for my body, dagnabit - I actually like the length of my torso, except when it comes to buying any shirts that I want to remain inside my trousers). These women's trousers are quite nice, although side-buttoning, poo poo poo. And there are one or two nice things for the real ladeez as well.
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Date: 2009-12-19 11:03 pm (UTC)Also, those clothes are seriously hot. There's nothing like seeing clothes that one adores but will look like crap on ones actual body to make one rage at their ovaries for producing quite so much estrogen during puberty.
Also, what the fuck is it with butches and big boobs? I mean, I know that we've had this conversation at some time in the past, but I feel the need to repeat it cos I'm frustrated at the moment! I look around at all these little flat chested andro dykes, and then I look at old school butches, and it seems that the old school dykes seem to have ENORMOUS chests! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE UNIVERSE?
Also, what is wrong with doctors that they don't tell people that the medication they are taking might change the shape of their body? Especially with something as serious as the changes that sex hormones create? I mean, its such a fucking huge deal when a tranny wants hormones, but if some idiot 18 year old comes in going "I want a reliable contraceptive" they just write a script for titty skittles, and don't bother telling the kid that their boobs and hips are gonna get bigger!
In other news, I'm reading Stone Butch Blues at the moment. Its really really good, and I have a post on the concept of "Stone" percolating.
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Date: 2009-12-20 08:43 am (UTC)As for the butches with boobs thing, that is exactly why I LAUGH LIKE A DRAIN when people try to blame butchness on hormonal imbalances in the womb or some such bullshit. Seriously, the universe is FUCKED. Bah, humbug.
And yeah, word to the "hormones are just dandy and do nothing at all, oh no" unless they're the opposite hormones. When I was shagging a guy in England, and it wasn't going to be a one-off, I went to the doctor for the Pill. I asked him if there was any increased risk of breast cancer or suchlike with that particular pill (since there's a history of it in my family). He basically dithered about it, saying nothing concrete, for 10 minutes, until I made him read out the drug information from his drug bible. I mean, seriously, FFS.
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Date: 2009-12-20 08:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-20 02:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-20 08:49 am (UTC)I keep going "Gak! Prices!" but of course you can pay plenty more for "designer" shit run up in sweatshops around the world that will only last for about three washes.
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Date: 2009-12-20 06:39 am (UTC)As for Christmas, I have no helpful words to offer except that a bolthole would be good, assume you have a motel booked?
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Date: 2009-12-20 08:38 am (UTC)And regarding the Christmas horror, oh YES, I most certainly have my bolthole lined up. Right in the middle of Ponsonby Rd and queer/cafe central, so I can run back there and recharge my batteries. Also, there will be new-baby-squeezing somewhere in between, and that will make me happy. :-)