I’m Not A Dude…
August 26, 2011
…but I dress like one when I want to seem less approachable.
I’m just not always in the mood for small talk, ya know? So if you see me and think I look a bit mannish, it’s not a good day.
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Izznit 
oh man i do the same. but i actually still got harassed by some dick at the library. i was wearing baggy board shorts and a tshirt and behind my back i hear “mmm mmm mmm” and i turn with a disgusted look on my face and he tried to cover it up with a cough or two. he had headphones on so he probably thought he was doing it quietly. i was so upset tho.
EW, what a creep! I usually wear a dude outfit to the park because it’s full of creepers. One time guy grabbed me without warning and another guy (separate occasion) actually removed his t-shirt to show me his “sick tat”. No thank you!
Oh man, I think you are my favorite person when it comes to these “what I wore post” best I’ve ever seen. I dress this way too sometimes, the other day I wore a dudes shirt with some shorts and from behind me I heard “Oh I thought that was a dude, but it’s a chick whack” and I just gave them the meanest bitch face I could think of.
I think your opinion’s about to change with my next post, lol. Thanks! 🙂 And ugh, people can be so rude!
i totally empathize. & agree with amber above, best ‘what i wore’ post ever. 😉
i’m loving the bitch face censor.
being approached is just life with a frenchie for me. when people come up to lola and give her smooches and ask her her name i just stand there quite. they look at me like i’m nuts but they asked her her name, not me. maybe one day lola will answer.
Thanks 😀
&haha, it’s the same for me. If I get stopped I end up standing awkwardly off to the side while they ask Lily a bajillion questions…If I answer they give me the “I was talking to her look” or they reply to her as if she answered.
I dress like this all the time…because I NEVER EVER want to talk to strangers. Literally, the one day I wore a pretty dress I got really sexually harrassed, told I was “disgusting” (because of my tattoos), stared at, and yelled at out car windows. Next day? Jean cut offs and a baggy t-shirt and everyone left me alone. It’s funny how much of a difference it makes.
It really is! It doesn’t always work though, some see past it or straight up don’t care and talk to me anyway.
Oh my God I think I love you.
The feeling’s mutual (as if it wasn’t already apparent ;)).
this is awesome. you’re fantastic.