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so now i am 72 years old and my body basically looks like a potato on sticks, and nowadays i wear t-shirts and long cotton skirts with elastic waists so i can still stuff myself into them despite weight fluctuations. also you can wipe your hands and polish stuff on cotton clothes.
but i used to get all done up in whatever fabulous drag. i designed and made some of my own clothes, and wore crazy things i found at junk stores and in dumpsters and things people gave me - who would wear this weird thing? ohhhh... [mothraa] would. heh heh.
and i think really, if you get the chance dress like You, dress to be conceptual art, promote any drag, ethnicity, ridiculousness, glamour, beauty, wear all things that don't match, anything.
in the 1970s i lived in a gay counter-culture sort of artsy/theatrical/what-have-you commune
in san francisco, the mad mystical merry mukluks, and we used to do things like dress for dinner. like, we'd all be starlets on a 1930s cruise ship, or fairies, or cowboys, or ghosts & zombies, or clowns... so even if dinner was some rice and vegetables we cobbled together at the end of the month with food stamps and dumpster diving, it was still Fabulous.
your drag can make life fabulous. remember that.
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