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If anyone saw me at RT, you probably noted I spent a lot of time rather dapper. My clothing consisted of two suits, a bunch of dress shirts, two vests, and a pile of ties.
I don’t have too many photos of me from RT, but here’s one of the outfits:
I’ve been aching to dress like that for ages, and you know what? I was comfortable and myself—which is the point of dressing how you feel best at conferences.
It’s just taken me a while to get to a point where I felt comfortable going out and buying men’s clothing, especially getting a suit fit to me.
So it was also a personal celebration of sorts. Fitting into my skin for a week—or maybe exposing it. Not sure.
There were a few things I learned over the course of several days:
- Men’s pants have serious pockets. Like fit-my-big-ass-iPhone-in-them pockets. Men’s clothing in general have more pockets that I had stuff to…well…stuff in them. Pockets everywhere. Pockets. What a grand idea.
- I loved my shoes. They were comfortable and had arch support and looked fantastic. More men’s shoes for me!
- I wasn’t cold, which is unusual at hotel conferences. The only thing I can figure is that the temperature really is set to what is comfortable for a guy in a suit.
- On the days I wore my suits, I also wore a chest binder. I figured out that my binder so much more comfortable when I wear a sports bra under it. The binder itself isn’t uncomfortable, but I’m well endowed and gravity likes to pull down. The bra keeps the flesh where it belongs.
- I can’t slouch as well in a binder, which let me know how much I slouch in a bra.
- It was nice, for a while, to not be so well endowed. Really really nice. Freeing.
- I got some looks, but no one said anything. Yay?
- I could wear a suit daily and never complain.
That said, I’m genderfluid, and probably on the femme side of androgyny. I adore men’s clothing and certainly will be incorporating it more into my everyday wardrobe. I wore the outfit in the photo—sans tie—to work and while I got a few blinks, no one said anything. I suspect the blinks were more because it was a nicer look than my usual. I mean, I’ve walked in with shock white and blue hair. They know I’m weird.
I finally got to dress closer to how I want to dress all the time, and it was wonderful.
It’s nice being yourself.
About Anna ZaboAnna Zabo writes contemporary and paranormal romance for all colors of the rainbow. She lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, which isn’t nearly as boring as most people think. You can find her online at http://www.annazabo.com/ or more often on Twitter as @amergina.
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