rupaul makes good music, so she doesn't count
As of today, I officially despise femininity (more than I did before). Not women, I'm talking about femininity- all the countless expectations related to appearance, personality, intelligence... it's all disgustingly sexist and I refuse to participate or support it.
2 days ago I shaved my legs for the second time in my life, in preparation to teach a college lesson I designed as an introduction to gender theory. Today, I am in excruciating pain. I went online and looked up "help me i'm dying of razor burn" and discovered the best 'solutions' were actually prevention. Not helpful. I suspect razor burn tends to be worse for us male-bodied folk because our hair follicles can be longer, thicker, and denser, and so if we're trying to get "silky smooth legs", it's necessary to go over the skin several times, hard. Considering how numb my legs felt afterward, using hot wax may not have been a bad alternative after all.
I spent a total of 4 hours feminizing my appearance. This didn't even include doing my nails, shaving my armpits, or using makeup beyond simple eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. Now, I have to say I thought I looked pretty smokin after all that work, but for chrissakes, is it really worth it? I could have saved myself 3 hours by just putting on some pantyhose, since it was mostly the outfit, the fake boobs (couscous is amazing), and the eyeliner that made me sexy.
I just can't believe that women are willing to spend that kind of time on their appearance. Think about all the more important stuff they could be getting done in that amount of time! And all just because someone decided women didn't look different enough from men, and so they had to alter their appearance to become as not-man as possible. Screw that. What goes on in the mind is more important than what goes on the body... if you're spending all your time devoted to your appearance, how do you have time to think about more important things?
Tonight I watched "Breakfast on Pluto", about the life of a transwoman. I hated it. Other than the fact that it had no plot and no compelling reason to keep me in the theater until the end (I did end up walking out, finally), it was really vapid. This person got her inspiration from archetypical super-femmes in old movies, and more or less became the image of a vacuous movie star. She's got that kind of seductive personality that you know gets her lots of action, but there's no substance behind it- you look behind the facade and you realize the facade is all that's there. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl who imitates media representations of vacuous femininity- it's disgusting either way.
2 days ago I shaved my legs for the second time in my life, in preparation to teach a college lesson I designed as an introduction to gender theory. Today, I am in excruciating pain. I went online and looked up "help me i'm dying of razor burn" and discovered the best 'solutions' were actually prevention. Not helpful. I suspect razor burn tends to be worse for us male-bodied folk because our hair follicles can be longer, thicker, and denser, and so if we're trying to get "silky smooth legs", it's necessary to go over the skin several times, hard. Considering how numb my legs felt afterward, using hot wax may not have been a bad alternative after all.
I spent a total of 4 hours feminizing my appearance. This didn't even include doing my nails, shaving my armpits, or using makeup beyond simple eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. Now, I have to say I thought I looked pretty smokin after all that work, but for chrissakes, is it really worth it? I could have saved myself 3 hours by just putting on some pantyhose, since it was mostly the outfit, the fake boobs (couscous is amazing), and the eyeliner that made me sexy.
I just can't believe that women are willing to spend that kind of time on their appearance. Think about all the more important stuff they could be getting done in that amount of time! And all just because someone decided women didn't look different enough from men, and so they had to alter their appearance to become as not-man as possible. Screw that. What goes on in the mind is more important than what goes on the body... if you're spending all your time devoted to your appearance, how do you have time to think about more important things?
Tonight I watched "Breakfast on Pluto", about the life of a transwoman. I hated it. Other than the fact that it had no plot and no compelling reason to keep me in the theater until the end (I did end up walking out, finally), it was really vapid. This person got her inspiration from archetypical super-femmes in old movies, and more or less became the image of a vacuous movie star. She's got that kind of seductive personality that you know gets her lots of action, but there's no substance behind it- you look behind the facade and you realize the facade is all that's there. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl who imitates media representations of vacuous femininity- it's disgusting either way.