Hovis wrote:
Very aesthetically and emotionally drawn to attractive men, crushing on actors/singers, but identify as asexual sexually, and vastly prefer pretty, androgynous types, finding conventional 'hunks' ugly.
Oh, gosh, me too. I remember working in this office once where there was this one girl who liked semi-naked firefighter calendars - big muscular guys with sixpacks. All the other girls 'got' what the attraction was, but it was lost on me. I used to get teased in my family as a teen for liking 'sickly looking' men, and my dad said if I ever brought home a 'long haired Marxist' he'd throw me out.
I think I'm one of the in-betweeners. I'm definitely a straight girl (wth the qualification above), and I also find men easier to get on with conversationally because I find many (but not all) of them less superficial than many (but not all) women. That's in everyday society; the difference is way less pronounced when I'm in alternative, artsy, musical circles, so I guess it's the conventionally 'feminine' thing I don't like. I'm bored to tears by girl talk about fashion, beauty and babies, but I'm also pretty much bored by boy talk about sport and cars. I don't have or want children, and I find that makes me a bit of an oddity. And I don't diet, which can in some workplaces cut you out of heck of a lot of female social interaction.
Appearance, as a 'feminine' thing, has been the bugbear of my life. My folks weren't expecting another child, and then my mother only wanted boys, and then when I turned out to be a girl there was this huge effort to make me into a real old-fashioned hyper-girly girl...which failed miserably. It was all supposed to be about me becoming obsessed with my looks and with fiddling around with them...but at the same time, drawing as little attention to myself as possible. Go figure. If you're told that one gender exists for itself and the other exists
purely to be looked at - or not - naturally you're not going to want to associate with the gender that has such a restricted function in life. Because this, to her, was what being a woman meant, I don't believe my mother ever forgave me or liked me very much.
Anyway. What I do these days is fluctuate between bumming-around casual and gussying myself up when I want to and how I want to. I refuse to work for any organization that has a dress code. How I look is my choice, and if it doesn't fit some people's view of 'feminine', tough. Even when I am wearing something girly, I tend to look a little like a man in drag - but I think men in drag are pretty cool, so
that's all right. I was also told, by an old boss's wife who met me, that I had a 'really lovely deep husky voice', which I think is a pretty cool thing to be told.
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