My Gender Expression Is So Confused

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Suranne Jones' costumes in Gentleman Jack appreciation post. Or, as I like to call them...my gender.

Vlad Miroshnikov, ‘Old Trees’, 2019 Oil on Canvas, 110 x 110 cm

Foggier morning

Foggy morning

I think growing up a lesbian gave me a fear of being seen as a predatory person or as perverted. It has made me want to be clearly desired, chased even, before expressing any affection. Being a teenage lesbian was really beautiful and important in some ways and really scary and damaging in others.

a big beautiful gay man i can only assume my gay brothers would call a bear occasionally shops at my work and i lose my mind every time i see him because every time i see him he’s wearing a different flamboyant shirt and every time i see one of those ridiculous patterned shirts I Have A Moment because i, a big beautiful butch lesbian, so far own EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS RIDICULOUS SHIRTS TOO FFFJGJJ

get behind me girl I'll protect you from phones without headphone jacks