Thing I don’t get: why the makers of my binder assume that flattening one’s chest means that one doesn’t want to show any clavicle.

Sillies, my collarbone is fucking gorgeous, and I can’t queen out properly this summer if I can’t show it off with some strategically applied bronzer. Bleh.

So I have to refashion it. It does what it’s supposed to do, yeah, but I don’t want my sartorial options limited by that much. Hoping it’ll still work all right after some well-placed cuts and re-sewing.

(Fortunately, I don’t have to worry about it for beach looks - my bathing suit flattens out my front damn near perfectly, even under close-fitting tops, and has a generous scoopneck so I’m not stuck wearing crew necks. Crew necks will never be my bag.)

sanfo ha contestado a tu publicación: Wondering whether the voice in my head whispering “cut your hair” is really just trying to drown out the voice commanding me to work on my updo skills. Trim the sides, and let the rest climb to the heavens on top of your head? I’ve thought about it, but I’m so noncommittal… if I get bored and want a full circle ‘fro the weekend after trimming my sides, I’d be pissed at myself. Womp womp. That said, I might try something like the above, with the pulled-back hair in a couple of buns. Kinda like the roll and tuck frohawks I’ve seen around, but the big floppy curl in the front of this one is what I really dig, and I think it’d look fucking dope on highly-textured kinky coily faboo hair like mine. (Maybe play around with twistouts on the front for texture, chalk pieces of it for color effects, whatever.) I’ll stop going on about my hair choices now. ^_^
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sanfo ha contestado a tu publicación: Wondering whether the voice in my head whispering “cut your hair” is really just trying to drown out the voice commanding me to work on my updo skills.

Trim the sides, and let the rest climb to the heavens on top of your head?

I’ve thought about it, but I’m so noncommittal… if I get bored and want a full circle ‘fro the weekend after trimming my sides, I’d be pissed at myself. Womp womp.

That said, I might try something like the above, with the pulled-back hair in a couple of buns. Kinda like the roll and tuck frohawks I’ve seen around, but the big floppy curl in the front of this one is what I really dig, and I think it’d look fucking dope on highly-textured kinky coily faboo hair like mine. (Maybe play around with twistouts on the front for texture, chalk pieces of it for color effects, whatever.)

I’ll stop going on about my hair choices now. ^_^

Wondering whether the voice in my head whispering “cut your hair” is really just trying to drown out the voice commanding me to work on my updo skills.

I mean, what would Esquerita do?

Reblogging because I kinda want to cut my hair twice: once relatively soon to the above length, and then again in the fall around my birthday so I can have it shaped more like Saul Williams’ hair here.
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Reblogging because I kinda want to cut my hair twice: once relatively soon to the above length, and then again in the fall around my birthday so I can have it shaped more like Saul Williams’ hair here.

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So yesterday I gave myself a flagging manicure, and today my binder arrived in the mail, and I’m wearing it right now under one of my favorite dresses, and I’ve been crying for the past five minutes because I don’t think I’ve felt this fucking beautiful in a long, long time. (Does this “stare at self sideways in the mirror and marvel at what’s not there” thing ever get old?)

And I’m watching Saul Williams being brilliant? It’s about to be a cryfest up in this muhfucka.

I keep looking down at my left hand and smiling at my flagging manicure and I love that to the uninformed observer I look like some swoony straight girl cooing over an engagement ring when I’m really an undercover queerdo reveling in their subtle femme daddy signifying and how great this hunter green looks with my skintone

blackfashion: by Louise Andersone 1. Gorgeous painting. 2. Totally doing this look. I’ve got an old pair of lace tights that need to be repurposed, and my hair does that awesome swoopy thing first thing out of bed in the morning (it’s Jesse Boykins III-level great, which sucks because I can’t go to work with it that way). In case you don’t get the reference, here’s Jesse: 3. Enough about me! Click on the main image for the artist’s blog - her work is really lovely.
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blackfashion:

by Louise Andersone

1. Gorgeous painting.

2. Totally doing this look. I’ve got an old pair of lace tights that need to be repurposed, and my hair does that awesome swoopy thing first thing out of bed in the morning (it’s Jesse Boykins III-level great, which sucks because I can’t go to work with it that way). In case you don’t get the reference, here’s Jesse:

3. Enough about me! Click on the main image for the artist’s blog - her work is really lovely.

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Post-move thoughts (or, damn, Brooklyn, did I ever miss you)

I just spent the last 45 minutes filling up my Google Calendar with fun free shit coming up over the next couple of months… shows, movies, dance classes, miscellaneous nerd shit. Something about looking at the monthly view, with all the little purple links to Stuff Ju Enjoys, feels like a tiny bit of insurance against hibernating through the winter. (Plus I revel in the idea of not going broke to do things, since prior to the move even free events involved a) greater investment of time to allow for train schedules and b) more money laid out for transportation.)

I’m excited about this. Especially since my main reason for not going out as often (well, besides school) was being too fucking far from the city. Now instead of being antisocial because of distance, I can be antisocial because I’m out someplace by myself and don’t feel like bringing a +1. (Or because I’m in the apartment, wrapped up in 3 blankets, watching reruns of Rupaul’s Drag Race. The point is, I appreciate having options.)

Every once in a while I’ll be dragging things out of my closet in an attempt to make a look, and I’ll wonder to myself whether certain things match… and then I’ll look at myself in the mirror and be like, “Oh, silly rabbit - don’t you know that lovely shade of brown matches everything?”

And then I smile really big.

Sure, why not.

Name: Julia
Tumblr Name: crankyskirt
Nickname(s): Ju, [corny nickname redacted], [even more embarrassing nickname redacted]
Birthday: 5 September 1981
Relationship Status: Not currently interested in one (I’m busy with other shit, and trying to date just bores me/bums me out)
Random fact about you: Umm… I rode a Strawberry Shortcake tricycle out of a tree on a dare once. I was fine (at least until the parental punishment later on); bike was ruined.
Hobbies/Interests: Reading shit, writing shit, talking shit. Going to shows and galleries. Driving to relatively unspoiled locations to sit in nature and chill. Falling asleep in the library.
Do you smoke/drink: I drink, but not that much (though that’s subjective, so who’s to say?); quit nicotine a month ago, and couldn’t be happier about it. Here’s hoping I stay a quitter.
Why Tumblr?: I like talking to strangers and listening to strangers and looking at strangers (particularly queer brown ones who rock their clothes/attitudes well).

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I love that if one Googles “war in a dress” in quotes, my Tumblr is the first result. (Plus an old post of mine is the only one that shows up when you search for the phrase on Tumblr tags.)

Finally, a blog title that matches me perfectly. It was the right time to change it.

Turning 30 = fucking great.

I mean, your mileage may vary. But I think I’m gonna really dig this being a thirty-something deal.