Question: What is your favorite guilty pleasure, outside of the sexual arena?
Answer: I am not one to carry guilt about my choices. If I suspect a choice would carry a heavy amount of guilt, I reconsider that option and move on. That said, I will answer the essence of the question; I don’t need to get caught up on semantics…
I would say clothing. For – what? – six months or so… I have been stockpiling the finds from the DAV locations around here. The budget is insanely small. Most trips, I spend between ten and fifteen bucks. I have too many clothes at this point. I routinely pass them on to friends and re-donate as I find things with a better fit.
It all seems so superficial to me and I know to a point it is. I continually remind myself to keep it light and to have fun; to goof off. People in the world are entirely too serious about life. Including clothing. I am a goofball. I am secure in how I see myself. Those two things combine in some weird ways and I enjoy those moments. Beyond the superficiality of fashion, like many other material things, it can represent a good amount of a person’s inner sense of self. I like the game of appearance; how different people react differently to me based on how I look. It fascinates me. And it is a good bit addictive.
Right from the start of this whole visual rebirth, I noticed an odd thing. I had been much of the same in appearance for the past six years here in KCMO, that of a traditional leather image: jeans, tee, bar vest, chaps, leather uniform bits… So on. In just three outings in a jacket and tie, my perception was already that the leather was the costume and the ties were the real me.
I am endlessly curious about that. I suspect it ties into personal doubt and insecurity and the whole concept of imposter ‘s syndrome…
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