Fashion against Fascism

How would I say words that everyone will be alright with? 

Everyone wears clothes... I express myself everyday... That is my art; fashion. It has to be functional throughout the day but still me... Like, my space hat I wear whenever I'm working at the factory. Word to the wise, if you wear space as a pattern... You're autistic. 

Sorry not sorry. 

Everyone has a style. Either it's the same three pieces of clothing or you switch it up ... My limit of recording history (through a blogging narrative, but still...) on the correct, poorer side...is my fashion. I can really tell through how people carry themselves whether or not they like their insides or not... By how they present themselves to the world... 

Ever since I learned of the origin of the punk style, back in the 80s and why...  It was incredibly modern for its time. Fashion is about shame and statements one individual can visibly, tangibly convey to society... 

My style is nerdy chic, comfortable modest sexy... I call it old lady chic... 
... 

The fashion of low income families and where they show up for their full selves, their full outfits ...when they respect what they're doing, how do they wear the clothes they wear?.. Is that where they shine? What do you want to represent in the future? I think it would really bug some of my immediate family to state that I am poor. I have been stubborn all these years to finally renounce him as someone I can be my full self around ... Sad. Who doesn't want their future kids as friends in adulthood? 

...What Dreams Would Come wouldn't be a good movie right now, alone... But B, the one and only, should take note. 

B kinda reminds me of David Borenaz... My first celebrity sex dream... B doesn't have eyes like anyone in my family that I can stare into their soul and see them see me.... But Borenaz wasn't someone in my family... I can see why some people would still lust after him, as a celebrity... I've been rewatching Bones... Borenaz is still handsome, and still bare chested... No fur? No thanks. I love me my hairy man. 

.....

Anyway... Fashion... My style is like if a muppet from the late 1980s got stuck in a human girl's body... And now I'm an adult... Lol who has to wear clothes in order to exist in the world...

Old lady chic... Mix new nerdy shit with vintage pieces that I edit and make adjustments to...and vintage jewelry... 

And new jewelry that I like to make... 

I'm a crafty witch. I want to be perceived by many, but only experienced by one, physically. Someone I can be myself with... Someone who can carry me when I cannot carry on, and I'll return the favor by never meaning malice or anything but mirroring the generosity I expect... 

It's really easy to love him? 

...never thought I'd have a chance to have my own romance ... 

Fashionably on time, as always it is. 

...
Snow. 

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