EFFORT
Practice, labour, work, all these words synonyms for the only way being me happens!
I don’t roll out of bed, perfectly put together, hair coiffed, clothing perfect, face made up!
I have to dress, and style, and prepare, and work!
I don’t appear in public perfectly poised by chance. I don’t look like a Pin Up by accident.
Granted the curves I’m blessed with are helpful in achieving that look. Won’t lie, I do use the natural resources I’m provided with to my best advantage.
But using them properly is still work. One doesn’t disregard the corset just because the natural curves are already defined.
Now why am I ranting about effort?
Well darlings, I was verbally assaulted by vanilla relatives today about my mode of dress.
a dress and long socks, with my face done and boots. Please don’t stone me, I’m but a simple lovely Lady!
See with these relatives, I can’t win. If I appear in yoga pants and no makeup, I’m not taking pride in my appearance. If I’m wearing my usual makeup and vintage-ish pinup goth style, I’m too dressed up and covering my lovely face. If I’m wearing jeans and a band shirt with light makeup, I’m still slovenly and should spruce myself up a bit. No wins to be found here.
So I’m here, ranting, because I looked fantastic today, and practiced the makeup i want for Halloween’s Witch of the Web look, and all I got was a twenty minute lecture on glorifying witchcraft and how my favorite holiday is corrupting my family.
My partner was born on Halloween, our family is going to go all out no matter what. As to glorifying witchcraft, as the proud witch goth Lady, yet another ship that has long since sailed. Now excuse me while I make myself look even more pansexual just to get the full effect of everything that bugs that side of the family.
