Socks yes, pants no.
So! F-list: leggings as pants? Yes, or fuck yes? Not that I don't rock the shit out of skinny jeans and ass kicking boots (my blue doc martens are fab, thanks), but, really, I save those for when I feel extra super special punk rock. Otherwise, my clitoris likes to breeeaaathe.
Anyway, I was clicking around the internet today, because I want a reliable source for tights or leggings opaque/thick enough to wear as pants--I do not want the color of my panties (or my lack of panties, on a very well groomed day) to be immediately obvious, is all. Google has all these hits for people ranting about how leggings are not pants! Leggings as pants is a fashion no!
I was stupefied. I googled more to see why this is so. Apparently, some people think it looks "trashy." Ah, okay. Gotcha.
Then I went back to looking for leggings to wear as pants.
So do any of you ladies or dudes wear leggings as pants, and, if so, from where do you source your stash? I have two nice shiny (not faux-leather, non-metallic) very nice pairs in black, from, I believe, Forever 21, and some nice cropped spiderweb ones from, uh, the Walmart's kid Halloween section a couple of years back, but I want colors. I've tried a couple of amazon and ebay sellers, and I am ever disappointed, thus far. I have a so-so pair of olive green ones (wearing 'em right now); I wear them at night and with a long t-shirt.
I want leggings I can wear as pants without trying to fudge the lines by covering my luscious latin ass with a huge t-shirt and hoping it shadows my crotch, okay? No, I do not own tunic tops. No, I am not going to buy tunic tops. I am not meant for long, flowing garments. I am an oversize pair of tits balanced precariously on a stubby ribcage that sits on top of some huge hips. If I'm not in something body conscious (this is fashion-speak for how I dress), it might as well be a burlap fucking sack on me. It ain't doing me any fucking favors.
I think I'm due for a picspam post where I go "OHMYGOD SO THESE ARE MY FAVORITE FALL OUTFITS, YOU GUUUYYYSSSS, CHECK ME AND MY $3 THRIFT STORE BUDGET OUT." Again!
One of my current favorites:
+black leggings with zippers at the ankle
+knock off basic black converses
+BATMAN abs t-shirt from walmart's little boys section
YOU GUYS, IT'S MY BATMAN OUTFIT. It's pretty great. By "abs t shirt" I do not mean a cut off shirt; I mean a shirt that has Batman's six-pack printed on it. Like I said: great. I think I'm going to add little bat signals to the faux chucks where the converse star logo would be.
I also have some fun gloves I bought for a dollar.
My favorite grown up outfit right now is:
+same black zipper leggings
+black docs or these heels
+thin clingy black cowl neck sweater almost-dress
+big fucking bug eye shades
+skinny coffee travel cup with stevia sweetened coffee
It's fantastic for striding around downtown in. It's like I'm cosplaying being a New Yorker! Except my downtown is, like, a tiny tiny fraction of the size! With less than that proportional prestige! And I'm not that stylish! It's GREAT cosplay.
And yes, it's essential for the city bitch look to be holding a tall container of caffeinated low calorie beverage in your hand at basically all times.
Also, my cup is blue. This is sort of not consistent with what I think my fall palette (hah! as if I ever plan looks for a season, or ever) should be: black on black with only flares of red--my hair and my tattoo.
I feel very--hmm. I like pulling this look off. It's stark; it's cutting; it's stripped down. It suggests blood. It's not gothy red on black; it's not bordello red on black--though I enjoy that--but it's something that speaks of winter and death and fierce life.
Great and all, self, but you're a creature of chaos; a disorganized mess; and, also, you really like the color blue.
So yeah, these shoes. I found 'em in a Pensacola thift store three years ago, in exactly my size, without laces, for seven dollars.
Seven fucking dollars. I was unsure of the size when I first picked them up--surely, surely these weren't my size. Surely. Then I glanced down. I was in my black docs and they were the exact same size. Rejoice! My black docs, by the way, I also got second (or third or fourth, who the fuck knows) hand, but off e bay. They are scuffed as hell and had survived a dog attack before they ever came into my life.
Anyway, shoes. Yeah.
Oooh, hey, I found an old picture from last winter when I was, what, 20 pounds heavier? And just out of physical therapy? Yup. Oh, and living in that big ass fucking mansion and ready to kill someone/myself/everyone if I didn't get out soon. Yeah.
And, ahahahah, my black docs:
I SWEAR, NOT EVERYTHING I OWN IS BATMAN MERCHANDISE. IGNORE THE BATMAN RING-WATCH IN THAT PICTURE. IT BROKE ANYWAY. PIECE OF SHIT.
cough.
So, yeah. Clothes!
/throws confetti
I am not even going to stress about my lack of writing today. Z and I have agreed: tomorrow we're spending all day writing. It's my job to make sure we take a break at some point to go run. It's gonna be hardcore, guys. We're switching off the internet. I'm excited! HARDCORE.
In conclusion, have a picture of our shoes on an art museum/geocaching/bookstore/coffee/pier ADVENTURE date we had, like, a couple of months ago that I never wrote about or posted my pictures of.
His favorite shoes are actually grey skater shoes with sparkly silver glitter laces; I'm not sure why he isn't wearing them in this picture.
ETA: also this this pretty great. "Assertions like "no one looks good in leggings" are simply incorrect. Your ignorance of how great I look in leggings is really upsetting, as is your prescribed definition of what is attractive." Hah!
Anyway, I was clicking around the internet today, because I want a reliable source for tights or leggings opaque/thick enough to wear as pants--I do not want the color of my panties (or my lack of panties, on a very well groomed day) to be immediately obvious, is all. Google has all these hits for people ranting about how leggings are not pants! Leggings as pants is a fashion no!
I was stupefied. I googled more to see why this is so. Apparently, some people think it looks "trashy." Ah, okay. Gotcha.
Then I went back to looking for leggings to wear as pants.
So do any of you ladies or dudes wear leggings as pants, and, if so, from where do you source your stash? I have two nice shiny (not faux-leather, non-metallic) very nice pairs in black, from, I believe, Forever 21, and some nice cropped spiderweb ones from, uh, the Walmart's kid Halloween section a couple of years back, but I want colors. I've tried a couple of amazon and ebay sellers, and I am ever disappointed, thus far. I have a so-so pair of olive green ones (wearing 'em right now); I wear them at night and with a long t-shirt.
I want leggings I can wear as pants without trying to fudge the lines by covering my luscious latin ass with a huge t-shirt and hoping it shadows my crotch, okay? No, I do not own tunic tops. No, I am not going to buy tunic tops. I am not meant for long, flowing garments. I am an oversize pair of tits balanced precariously on a stubby ribcage that sits on top of some huge hips. If I'm not in something body conscious (this is fashion-speak for how I dress), it might as well be a burlap fucking sack on me. It ain't doing me any fucking favors.
I think I'm due for a picspam post where I go "OHMYGOD SO THESE ARE MY FAVORITE FALL OUTFITS, YOU GUUUYYYSSSS, CHECK ME AND MY $3 THRIFT STORE BUDGET OUT." Again!
One of my current favorites:
+black leggings with zippers at the ankle
+knock off basic black converses
+BATMAN abs t-shirt from walmart's little boys section
YOU GUYS, IT'S MY BATMAN OUTFIT. It's pretty great. By "abs t shirt" I do not mean a cut off shirt; I mean a shirt that has Batman's six-pack printed on it. Like I said: great. I think I'm going to add little bat signals to the faux chucks where the converse star logo would be.
I also have some fun gloves I bought for a dollar.
My favorite grown up outfit right now is:
+same black zipper leggings
+black docs or these heels
+thin clingy black cowl neck sweater almost-dress
+big fucking bug eye shades
+skinny coffee travel cup with stevia sweetened coffee
It's fantastic for striding around downtown in. It's like I'm cosplaying being a New Yorker! Except my downtown is, like, a tiny tiny fraction of the size! With less than that proportional prestige! And I'm not that stylish! It's GREAT cosplay.
And yes, it's essential for the city bitch look to be holding a tall container of caffeinated low calorie beverage in your hand at basically all times.
Also, my cup is blue. This is sort of not consistent with what I think my fall palette (hah! as if I ever plan looks for a season, or ever) should be: black on black with only flares of red--my hair and my tattoo.
I feel very--hmm. I like pulling this look off. It's stark; it's cutting; it's stripped down. It suggests blood. It's not gothy red on black; it's not bordello red on black--though I enjoy that--but it's something that speaks of winter and death and fierce life.
Great and all, self, but you're a creature of chaos; a disorganized mess; and, also, you really like the color blue.
So yeah, these shoes. I found 'em in a Pensacola thift store three years ago, in exactly my size, without laces, for seven dollars.
Seven fucking dollars. I was unsure of the size when I first picked them up--surely, surely these weren't my size. Surely. Then I glanced down. I was in my black docs and they were the exact same size. Rejoice! My black docs, by the way, I also got second (or third or fourth, who the fuck knows) hand, but off e bay. They are scuffed as hell and had survived a dog attack before they ever came into my life.
Anyway, shoes. Yeah.
Oooh, hey, I found an old picture from last winter when I was, what, 20 pounds heavier? And just out of physical therapy? Yup. Oh, and living in that big ass fucking mansion and ready to kill someone/myself/everyone if I didn't get out soon. Yeah.
And, ahahahah, my black docs:
I SWEAR, NOT EVERYTHING I OWN IS BATMAN MERCHANDISE. IGNORE THE BATMAN RING-WATCH IN THAT PICTURE. IT BROKE ANYWAY. PIECE OF SHIT.
cough.
So, yeah. Clothes!
/throws confetti
I am not even going to stress about my lack of writing today. Z and I have agreed: tomorrow we're spending all day writing. It's my job to make sure we take a break at some point to go run. It's gonna be hardcore, guys. We're switching off the internet. I'm excited! HARDCORE.
In conclusion, have a picture of our shoes on an art museum/geocaching/bookstore/coffee/pier ADVENTURE date we had, like, a couple of months ago that I never wrote about or posted my pictures of.
His favorite shoes are actually grey skater shoes with sparkly silver glitter laces; I'm not sure why he isn't wearing them in this picture.
ETA: also this this pretty great. "Assertions like "no one looks good in leggings" are simply incorrect. Your ignorance of how great I look in leggings is really upsetting, as is your prescribed definition of what is attractive." Hah!