{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "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...", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/72132756490/", "html": "<p>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. </p>\n\n<p>In the end I realized that without projecting tits or hips nothing draped right, that elegantly flowy men\u2019s clothing exists but it drapes from the shoulders - robes, cloaks, trench and longcoats.</p>\n\n<p>I didn\u2019t 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 ). </p>\n\n<p>Kilts are goddamn ridiculous and I still can\u2019t believe they\u2019re an actual thing here in Cascadia, though I can\u2019t quite tell if anyone actually likes the way they look or if it\u2019s 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. </p>\n\n<p>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.</p>"}