I Felt Pretty.
Last night I was so drunk and so cold I asked Sara, who is for all intents and purposes a twig, if I could wear her grey knit shawl / poncho thing. Wearing it, I could spin around and make it billow out. And in that moment, I knew what it meant to feel like a woman.
I think we’ve learned two things here:
1.) I have no qualms about wearing women’s clothing.
2.) I have no qualms about taking the clothing of a girl who herself could have froze.