Listen. Boys wearing skirts. Boys wearing dresses. Boys wearing makeup.
Tall skinny boys wearing those long tube dresses.
Punk bad boys wearing short leather skirts with their leather jackets.
Jocks wearing cocktail dresses to parties.
Young boys wearing dresses because they’re pretty.
Chubby boys wearing floofy dresses that compliment them.
Goth boys wearing black lipstick and elaborately layered eyeliner.
Boys with facial hair wearing bright red lipstick to compliment their facial hair.
Jocks with killer eyeliner.
Boys wearing frilly prom dresses to dances.
Older business men wearing smart skirts, heels, and neat makeup to meetings.
Transmen and trans masculine peeps are 100% included in the above, but Imma give them their own lil section here
Trans boys wearing traditionally “feminine” things and no one questions their gender.
Bucky hadn’t seen you since your wedding. You hadn’t seen him since your breakup. It wasn’t until Tony and Pepper’s engagement party that you ran into each other again.
You were wearing a cocktail dress, the clack of your heels unmistakable against the floor. He would’ve recognized your footsteps a mile away. He felt himself tense as he faced the elevator and it arrived, and was no longer able to ignore you once he stepped in.
I am not asking to suffer less. I hope to be nearly crucified. To live because I don’t want to.
That hope, that sweet agent — My best work is its work. The horse I ride into Hell is my best horse And bears its name. So, friends, drink your cocktails and wear your hats. Thank you for leaving me this whole world to go mad in.
I am not asking for mercy. I am asking for more. I don’t mind when no mercy comes Or when it comes in the form of my mad self Running at me. I am not asking for mercy.
—Sarah Manguso, “Asking For More,” Siste Viator (Four Way Books, 2006)
one of my fave professors is talking at this conference im helping organize and she’s talking about traditional legal citizenship and its intersection with queer cyberspace and she just quoted cyborg manifesto and im just standing in the back sipping on a huge tropical cocktail and wearing shades in my mind like “yes I do have the best taste in people”