A new post is up over at my wordpress blog: dapperkink.
This one summarizes the backstory of my developing personal style, in words and image. Let’s call this the precursor to the year-end wrap-up posts…
My life has set upon a path that gathers all the random occurrences into a single, tight thread, wound upon its spindle. It has been so for at least seven years now, or rather that is when I gained awareness of the fact…
A series of health problems, the end of a dying relationship, the culmination of a decade of kink play, and a life-long path of developing aesthetic skill-sets nudged me to a place of living consciously. That statement has many manifestations, but for this post, right now, I am speaking of manner of dress and personal style; I choose to walk through the world consciously. No more tossing on clothes to run to the store. No more jeans; no more t-shirts. No sweatpants.
On a tight budget and living in the heartland, thrift stores have become my best friends. One chain in particular has ridiculous Sunday sales. For two years now, I have gone every Sunday that I was available. Even with only ten bucks in my pocket, I could come away with a giant bag of loot, sometimes only five bucks, sometimes only quarters clanking in my pocket.
Style has become important to me, not as superficial dress, but as a symbol for my internal content. A mix is always present: silk ties with leather, suit coats with oxblood lace-ups. Everything accompanied by facial piercings and a full red beard. I do not mimic trends, I create style. It is important for me to show that – in some way – I am not the body others think I am; I am my own creation.
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