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On Monday, I briefly attempted to be Fashion for the sake of a meeting with my supervisor:

(Me, wearing green corduroy trousers, a black top 3/4-length sleeves and a dark green flower print, and a green sparkly lace scarf wrapped tightly around my neck.)
This was, in fact, a Scarf Of Shame; I generally think it's polite not to be visibly covered in bruises at my boss.

(Me again, this time without the scarf and a neck covered in bruises; also Novel And Short Story, a jasper-and-silver pendant consisting of a large square bead and a small leaf-shaped bead, and my wardrobe with flock of postcards up the doors in the background. I am intending to add More Postcards to the near side of the wardrobe once I've dug out the blutack...)
And then yesterday I had a Somewhat Irritating Time Of It with respect to airlines and stomped home at 4pm to get changed for the evening-in-Brighton. I more or less hit the point of "fuck it", and went out wearing a skirt in public for the first time in ages, along with a heavy-duty steel collar that clearly disconcerted some people...

(Me wearing black vest binder, slightly flouncy black ankle-length linen skirt, teal slightly-heeled DMs, long teal fringed scarf, heavy-duty steel collar, and a necklace you can't see... at around 3am. In the foreground, next to the mirror, a piece of art by
misterlucian; on the wall in the background my gold-and-silver-on-black-paper piece by Mia.)
It was... interesting, the effect wearing a skirt in public had on people's willingness to approach me. I've worn these boots a lot and very occasionally got compliments on them, but mostly these days I get thankfully few comments on my physical appearance, or strangers attempting to interact with me on the grounds of it - possibly because a lot of the time I'm wearing stompy DMs and button-down shirts and a fuck-you expression. Last night... eh. A somewhat drunk dude from the set of seats opposite me came over one stop before mine, sat down next to me - in a way that was potentially blocking my exit, but he actually managed to be decent around his body language around it - and apologised for being intrusive, but said that he found me very attractive, with all the implied questions. So I raised an eyebrow and said (1) next stop was me, (2) not sure my girlfriend would approve... and (3) have a good rest of your journey to Bedford! And he took it in relatively good spirits, went "your girlfriend oh is that how it is, oh well you can't blame a guy for trying can you", then went back to chat to his mate some more. And... that experience could have gone so much worse, but nonetheless I'm left feeling gently unhappy that I erased myself to female and to lesbian and monogamous; that I kind-of-sort-of took That One Lady's name in vain (in that I implied she'd mind because monogamy, whereas in fact if she minded at all it'd be because a stranger had approached me on the train to hit on me), but I was safe and I shut the conversation down and I actually kind of was complimented, in a sideways sort of way, in part because the guy was genuinely respectful about not getting into my space beyond getting close enough to have the conversation without the whole carriage hearing it, and didn't give me shit for saying "no", for all I felt like doing it obliquely was a better bet than doing so directly.
And then on the walk back... eh, a car honked its horn when there wasn't any other visible reason at all to do so; and some dudes in another passing car whistled. And that is simultaneously the most probably-harassment I've had in ages, and so much milder than most of the stuff I've dealt with over the years, and I'm a bit sideways about it -- mostly just perplexed and a little saddened, and really very surprised by the extent to which clothes affect how I'm treated. (Why surprised? Because all the worst instances of harassment-by-strangers I've experienced have been when I was wearing cargo shorts and baggy t-shirts, and that is... notably what was happening here, and notably different from the established pattern. So - assimilating data.)

(Me, wearing green corduroy trousers, a black top 3/4-length sleeves and a dark green flower print, and a green sparkly lace scarf wrapped tightly around my neck.)
This was, in fact, a Scarf Of Shame; I generally think it's polite not to be visibly covered in bruises at my boss.

(Me again, this time without the scarf and a neck covered in bruises; also Novel And Short Story, a jasper-and-silver pendant consisting of a large square bead and a small leaf-shaped bead, and my wardrobe with flock of postcards up the doors in the background. I am intending to add More Postcards to the near side of the wardrobe once I've dug out the blutack...)
And then yesterday I had a Somewhat Irritating Time Of It with respect to airlines and stomped home at 4pm to get changed for the evening-in-Brighton. I more or less hit the point of "fuck it", and went out wearing a skirt in public for the first time in ages, along with a heavy-duty steel collar that clearly disconcerted some people...

(Me wearing black vest binder, slightly flouncy black ankle-length linen skirt, teal slightly-heeled DMs, long teal fringed scarf, heavy-duty steel collar, and a necklace you can't see... at around 3am. In the foreground, next to the mirror, a piece of art by
It was... interesting, the effect wearing a skirt in public had on people's willingness to approach me. I've worn these boots a lot and very occasionally got compliments on them, but mostly these days I get thankfully few comments on my physical appearance, or strangers attempting to interact with me on the grounds of it - possibly because a lot of the time I'm wearing stompy DMs and button-down shirts and a fuck-you expression. Last night... eh. A somewhat drunk dude from the set of seats opposite me came over one stop before mine, sat down next to me - in a way that was potentially blocking my exit, but he actually managed to be decent around his body language around it - and apologised for being intrusive, but said that he found me very attractive, with all the implied questions. So I raised an eyebrow and said (1) next stop was me, (2) not sure my girlfriend would approve... and (3) have a good rest of your journey to Bedford! And he took it in relatively good spirits, went "your girlfriend oh is that how it is, oh well you can't blame a guy for trying can you", then went back to chat to his mate some more. And... that experience could have gone so much worse, but nonetheless I'm left feeling gently unhappy that I erased myself to female and to lesbian and monogamous; that I kind-of-sort-of took That One Lady's name in vain (in that I implied she'd mind because monogamy, whereas in fact if she minded at all it'd be because a stranger had approached me on the train to hit on me), but I was safe and I shut the conversation down and I actually kind of was complimented, in a sideways sort of way, in part because the guy was genuinely respectful about not getting into my space beyond getting close enough to have the conversation without the whole carriage hearing it, and didn't give me shit for saying "no", for all I felt like doing it obliquely was a better bet than doing so directly.
And then on the walk back... eh, a car honked its horn when there wasn't any other visible reason at all to do so; and some dudes in another passing car whistled. And that is simultaneously the most probably-harassment I've had in ages, and so much milder than most of the stuff I've dealt with over the years, and I'm a bit sideways about it -- mostly just perplexed and a little saddened, and really very surprised by the extent to which clothes affect how I'm treated. (Why surprised? Because all the worst instances of harassment-by-strangers I've experienced have been when I was wearing cargo shorts and baggy t-shirts, and that is... notably what was happening here, and notably different from the established pattern. So - assimilating data.)
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Date: 2014-06-21 03:50 pm (UTC)I hope you don't feel too bad about having invoke TOL - because that's not a sign that you were using that relationship in a false manner. That's a sign of "This is the only way to shut down a potentially harassing conversation", which says WAY MORE about the society we live in, than it does about YOU yourself.
I'm glad he left, but it just makes me so grrrr that "he didn't get abrasive, physical, or otherwise threatening" is what we have to be grateful for these days.
Also, maybe UK men are better than American men? Anytime I've invoked the "my girlfriend" thing, it's always interpreted as a an invitation for them to ask - persist - and then get upset at my refusal - to have a threesome. UGH.
(You do look very lovely in all those outfits!)
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Date: 2014-06-21 04:12 pm (UTC)I've definitely had UK men be dreadful about this kind of thing in the past; I went for girlfriend (rather than one of the boyfriends) as my excuse in this case because I got the vibe it'd work best and wouldn't escalate; and again, he was pretty decent. It's probably honestly the least unpleasant experience of being hit on by a stranger that I've ever had...
(Thank you!)
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Date: 2014-06-21 05:12 pm (UTC)I'm glad the bus interaction went so smoothly; I'm willing to guess TOL won't mind the implication of monogamy since it was the quickest and easiest way for you to cut things off and keep you safe. Besides, as you said elsecomment, the details are really too much to get into with a stranger in the wee hours! <3
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Date: 2014-06-21 06:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 06:37 pm (UTC)Also, currently working on sekret project for you. I am full of squee. <3
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Date: 2014-06-21 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 07:06 pm (UTC)(ASDLFKASJDFLKSDF SEKRIT PROJECT :D :D :D :D :D)
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Date: 2014-06-21 07:08 pm (UTC)You do look incredibly satisfied with yourself :D
<3 <3 <3 I am determined NOT to mail another quilt to England when I am actually seeing you in a couple weeks.
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Date: 2014-06-21 07:09 pm (UTC)HURRAH for other people liking the skirt+teal :D
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Date: 2014-06-21 07:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 07:11 pm (UTC)You do? I thought I was the guilty party. No shame! We have each other penciled in. <3
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Date: 2014-06-21 07:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 08:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 08:28 pm (UTC)On a different subject, your eyebrows continue to be the best thing ever.
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Date: 2014-06-21 08:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 08:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 08:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 08:58 pm (UTC)(But it also feels incredibly dishonest to suggest disinterest in all men, given that's blatantly not the case - my housemate is prone to joking that That One Lady, as my token girlfriend in a sea of useless cis men, can be usefully handwaved as statistical noise. IDK, just... situations that compel one to treat the truth unpleasantly.)
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Date: 2014-06-21 08:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 09:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-21 11:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-22 07:20 am (UTC)I'm glad the person you encountered was respectful about it. I don't think expressing interest in that way is necessarily a problem, as long as it's done respectfully and with clear exits available.
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Date: 2014-06-22 08:21 am (UTC)Is it all bruises you think are unacceptable or just ones that were acquired in a way that you wouldn't want to discuss with that person?
(I'm wondering if I'm just being rude to everyone for not hiding bruises. I found that dong karate gave me a carte blanche for avoiding social awkwardness due to visible bruising and just got used to going around with them on display. This is very very handy since I have the combo of a low platelet count and poor proprioception that means I'm permanently covered in bruises on my limbs. But it's *so hot* that I really really don't want to cover!)
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Date: 2014-06-22 08:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-22 10:45 am (UTC)Meanwhile, wot she sed (
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Date: 2014-06-22 01:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-22 01:30 pm (UTC)Not all bruises. Basically I'm not comfortable displaying marks that are obviously related to either sex or [recent] self-injury, because I fundamentally don't think it's terribly polite to do so (it's a bit more complex in the realms of SI, but basically there is nothing anyone else can do about it: I'm 100% behind supporting people who do because they have no other way to communicate, but that's not what's going on with me, so there's not really much point in worrying people who'll proceed to irritate me, you know?); I'm completely relaxed about all other forms of marking being on display, to first approximation.
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Date: 2014-06-23 07:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-23 10:36 pm (UTC)Also, shame that the Scarf of Shame is necessary.
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Date: 2014-06-24 03:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
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