Yesterday I spent a lot of time on my appearance and picked out the perfect goth outfit. mesh skull blouse over maroon shirt that matches my hair, torn up black leggings over fishnets, black doc-like boots. and did way more effort on makeup than i've ever done. was going for a warm subtle look with smokey eyeliner and burgundy eyeshadow that slightly matched my plum hair. and finally got around to painting my nails and stuff. I felt great and I feel like all the next times I'll be more comfortable. I have a bit less passing anxiety now. Though at one point I did have to walk through a wal mart for like 30 minutes and i got some weird stares.
trans shit Afficher plus
Friends that aren't LGBT activists are really awful at picking up cues. Loudmouth drawing attention to himself (and me consequently) in a huge public place full of yokel dipshits who deserve the bullet. Oh well. My friends at least support me, but some are more sensitive to it than others. It was nice and they really liked my whole ensemble and we all had a good time playing DnD and smokin fat ass rips 420.