republican pig

I don’t dress for men. And I don’t dress so other women will be impressed and/or be jealous. I just decide: “What makes me the most comfortable? What doesn’t dig in and cause flesh marks or scabs?” and go with it.

This is honestly one of the few aspects of my life I am perfectly fine with.

Fuck, man. I’d spend my life in pajamas if polite society would let me get away with it.