Yeah I wore a skirt or dress a few times in middle school. Probably not self-aware enough at the time to unpack what I meant by it.

In the end I realized that without projecting tits or hips nothing draped right, that elegantly flowy men’s clothing exists but it drapes from the shoulders - robes, cloaks, trench and longcoats.

I didn’t get any of that because of I guess subcultural identity stuff, which I guess was kind of presumptuous coming from someone who literally worked at a renaissance faire, owned mall swords and wall scrolls, played CCGs weekly, and mostly wore fucking sweatpants. I did appreciate the flowiness of wide-leg raver pants later. (now I wear BDU pants, which I got for a Halloween costume and discovered were the best ever ).

Kilts are goddamn ridiculous and I still can’t believe they’re an actual thing here in Cascadia, though I can’t quite tell if anyone actually likes the way they look or if it’s just cognate with the Viking/pirate/steampunk victoriana thing as the sartorial branch of the way we launder and express our white pride as romantically historicized NW European specificity.

Though doubling back again and throwing in kente cloth dashikis, and maybe even Arab robes, ethnic pride might just serve as a good excuse for men to walk around in pretty flowy clothes.