Sometimes, Christmas comes early. And when one is a trans woman who maintains any kind of public presence, Christmas takes the form of the occasional ingrown toenail in human guise showing up unbidden in one’s online life with bizarrely explicit comments on one’s gender, appearance, or sexual prowess. These can be hurtful or even dangerous, but most of them are just…kind of sad. A skilled tormentor could use comments like this to probe at one’s deepest weaknesses and anxieties and leave a psychological mark that takes months or years to heal, but these people are no such thing. Rather, these people try for “shocking” and come off as juvenile as the average South Park episode, and half as entertaining.
Which brings us to my old friend Niall Corbally.
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Clothing is an endlessly fascinating topic. It’s a non-verbal language that can convey information about mood, attitudes, preferences, and most obviously sexuality. Its numerous parts, from the endless permutations of shoes to the variety of decorations a military officer can earn, offer a far deeper vocabulary and far more potent social commentary than many people realize. It’s a language where women have many more sentences they can form and words they can use than men do, and which is often dismissed as a frivolous, ultimately unimportant area of human experience…not at all coincidentally.
It’s also a language that faces a peculiarly rigid and socially sanctioned sort of restriction, in the form of dress codes.
I don’t like dress codes.
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