November 13, 2011 § 13 Comments
Spending time around high street clothes shops is really not good for me. As I’ve said before my gendernonsense often manifests itself through an impulse to buy stuff. I am pretty much the easiest market for those flogging clothes. (And make-up for that matter.) A powerful combination of identity, fetish and the normal impulse to own things makes for a powerful urge.
This weekend I am in Sheffield, doing four gigs over four nights. My hotel is in the town centre and a combination of unfamiliarity with the city, not having friends who live here and a general Winter lethargy means that instead of visiting galleries and old buildings I have either been gigging, sitting in my hotel on the internet and traipsing round the shops. I restricted myself to make-up and this dress:
But I am now besotted with a load of other stuff. Mainly footwear. I want some knee high boots and some ankle boots and some sparkly court shoes…
and can I fit into a size 7? And if it doesn’t say leather on these amazing knee high spike heeled boots can I assume they’re vegan? And would a massive furry coat work on me? It’s fucking ridiculous.
Of course, I have plenty of shoes I don’t wear enough. Maybe I should just get you all to loudly and persistently encourage me to wear heels all the time!
Still, this dress IS great…
So anyway. Obviously I’m right in the middle of a very girly phase. Feeling very inspired at the moment. This is my friend Simone, who always makes me feel like I have a hell of a lot to learn about dressing fabulously. She’s a cabaret singer and has the most hypnotising lips in the universe: