I Took Out The Trash Today.


Parker.
24.
Human
Crafter and Creator
A sort of genderqueer/trans*masculine mess.
I am a boy.
Hope you aren't too confused.

Often Confused.
Rambling & Ranting.
Skipping & Stumbling.
So I had a friend cut my hair yesterday. This is what it looked like. I love it so much. Um. So yeah. This is my face. I had a good face day.

So I had a friend cut my hair yesterday. This is what it looked like. I love it so much.

Um. So yeah. This is my face. I had a good face day.

So much makeup. I feel like a peacock. Or some other bird, attempting to attract a mate… Perhaps this was a bad example. Either way, this is my face!I promise I’m much happier than I look! Just sleeeeeepy.

So much makeup. I feel like a peacock. Or some other bird, attempting to attract a mate… Perhaps this was a bad example. Either way, this is my face!I promise I’m much happier than I look! Just sleeeeeepy.

This is a possibly slightly creep picture of my eyeballz. Obviously, the go a day without makeup thing didn’t work. BUT GUISE, A KATE VON D. RAINBOW MAKEUP PALETTE. How could I not? I’m so sad you can’t see how pretty my eyes are right now. I tried, but failed at getting a decent picture. It goes from a pale peach on the inside, to a mid-range pink, to a dark purple. Topped with purple creme liner, and a little black liner on my water line. I’M SO HAPPY. AND QUEER. A boy and his eye makeup. Seriously. It’s intense. Don’t fuck with me.

This is a possibly slightly creep picture of my eyeballz. Obviously, the go a day without makeup thing didn’t work. BUT GUISE, A KATE VON D. RAINBOW MAKEUP PALETTE. How could I not? I’m so sad you can’t see how pretty my eyes are right now. I tried, but failed at getting a decent picture. It goes from a pale peach on the inside, to a mid-range pink, to a dark purple. Topped with purple creme liner, and a little black liner on my water line.

I’M SO HAPPY. AND QUEER.

A boy and his eye makeup. Seriously. It’s intense. Don’t fuck with me.

Also

Just an update. I realized how much I have missed makeup. I sorta gave it up a while ago, probably around the time I came out as genderqueer or trans*. I’m really not sure. I just realized I didn’t like the time it took to look ‘right’ or the way it feminized my face.

The more comfortable I am getting with myself and being out the more I want to wear makeup again, haha. Within 5 minutes yesterday at work, I was called ‘sir’ and then complimented on my obnoxious yellow nail polish, haha.

So maybe there is a way to embrace both parts of my identity?

hmmmmm

Also. I feel the need to mention how completely fierce and fabulously male I feel when I’m covered in glitter and fun makeup.

Strange feelings are strange.

I wish I could wear makeup and pass as male.

Poop, society. POOP.