Heh, very interesting and honest observations. I dunno if it's because you're from Texas... I get the idea Southerners and Texans are more into being girly girls. My niece in Florida, a 20 something, colors her hair light blonde, wears it long and perfectly straightened, and trowels on the makeup, and she tans. She wears the latest fashions too.
I dunno, I am all over the map.
I love fashion as art. I like looking at gowns on the awards shows this time of year! So fun. It's OK for the celebs to diet to a size 0, and wax everything, and dye their hair and pose just so. I like looking at sexy ladies, being bi. I like sexy women in corsets with their boobs pushed up at kink events, and their high uncomfortable shoes look hot to me. I'd just never wear them myself. (My gf does, and I love it.) I love colorful artistic tattoos. I am just more butch. I can be soft butch to femme but I HAVE to be comfortable (except I like pain when it's of the impact or clothespins, or hot wax kind, lol).
Recently I went out to dinner with my bf Punk, and I wore a black velour tunic, black and white leopard leggings, and black ankle boots with silver studs on them (Steve Maddens I got at a thrift store, like new, $10). Punk had a blue Mohawk for 10 years when he was a bit younger and in a punk band. Went the full punk fashion thing with red plaid zippered pants, etc. Funny now, he's kind of a metrosexual. He keeps his hair nice, and beard trimmed. He loves to wear cashmere pullovers he finds at the thrift store. He has good taste in designer jeans. For our dinner where I wore leopard, he wore grey and black plaid wool pants that fit like a glove, with a grey shirt, darker grey tie, and black blazer. Looked awesome. Quite dapper. I like to photograph him since he likes to do these male model poses. It's really funny, but also hot. There's a sense of irony, social commentary, and fun.
I have always been somewhere on the hippie/punk/alternative fashion spectrum, if I am dressed up at all, and not just lounging and scrounging around in a tshirt and sweats. My career choices as a florist, homeschooling mom, or presently, childcare worker, require clothes that are comfortable and can get dirty with mud or slime or flung food or spit up lol.
I don't mind seeing women on FL who have their roots showing, or less than model-perfect bodies. I love when women over 40 are raved over and drooled over by men. With their post pregnancy tummies and drooping breasts, full thighs and all that. I prefer real bodies to the "bimbo" or super-Barbie look some on there purposely go for, with tons of makeup, dyed hair, fake boobs, super high platform shoes.
A couple things do bug me. When I see a pic of some kind of sex, a hot guy jacking it, a couple having sex or kink, whatever, and you can see the room is a perfect mess, clothes all over the floor, no "decor" at all, bare walls, just random crap all over. That kills the romance for me.
The other thing that bugs me is when a woman has a shot of a closeup of her pussy, spreading it with her fingers, and her nails have been painted at some point, but they are chipped and ragged or look bitten to the quick. Turn off for me! Ready for my closeup, Mr deMille-- not!
Funny how we all get bugged by different things. As far as maintaining a perfectly groomed appearance... my mom was something of a fashion plate, and she impressed on me and my sister how to "package" ourselves. Back then in the early '60's, you had ideal women celebs like Marilyn Monroe or Liz Taylor, and it was something you were to aspire to, to get a husband. Women didn't have choices, it wasn't about making them feel good and pretty for themselves, it was about catching and keeping a Man. Woe betide you if you didn't! My mom had small boobs and such a complex about them! Back then you needed big pointy breasts or you were a loser.
I rebelled against that in my teens, going with a different standard of beauty that, at the time, included long hair (no rollers, no hairspray), no bra (I had small boobs until I got pregnant), painters pants or overalls, tshirts, or tops from India, funky shoes. Never wore high heels, hated "hose," except black tights in the winter to keep warm on the rare occasion I wore a long hippie skirt. I didn't shave my legs or pits for years. Of course, no one shaved their cooches back then.
I stayed a hippie until the late 70s. I didn't get into the "disco" Farrah Fawcett look of layered blow dried hair, or high waisted tight bell bottoms, or lots of makeup. Debbie Harry was a role model of mine. If I was going to look all femme, it was in an ironic way. I got into punk in the late 70s. I am attracted to alternative fashion to this day. I've never owned a woman's business suit, either skirted or with trousers! I've never owned a pair of "pumps." I don't wear "shapewear."
To each their own!
I dunno, I am all over the map.
I love fashion as art. I like looking at gowns on the awards shows this time of year! So fun. It's OK for the celebs to diet to a size 0, and wax everything, and dye their hair and pose just so. I like looking at sexy ladies, being bi. I like sexy women in corsets with their boobs pushed up at kink events, and their high uncomfortable shoes look hot to me. I'd just never wear them myself. (My gf does, and I love it.) I love colorful artistic tattoos. I am just more butch. I can be soft butch to femme but I HAVE to be comfortable (except I like pain when it's of the impact or clothespins, or hot wax kind, lol).
Recently I went out to dinner with my bf Punk, and I wore a black velour tunic, black and white leopard leggings, and black ankle boots with silver studs on them (Steve Maddens I got at a thrift store, like new, $10). Punk had a blue Mohawk for 10 years when he was a bit younger and in a punk band. Went the full punk fashion thing with red plaid zippered pants, etc. Funny now, he's kind of a metrosexual. He keeps his hair nice, and beard trimmed. He loves to wear cashmere pullovers he finds at the thrift store. He has good taste in designer jeans. For our dinner where I wore leopard, he wore grey and black plaid wool pants that fit like a glove, with a grey shirt, darker grey tie, and black blazer. Looked awesome. Quite dapper. I like to photograph him since he likes to do these male model poses. It's really funny, but also hot. There's a sense of irony, social commentary, and fun.
I have always been somewhere on the hippie/punk/alternative fashion spectrum, if I am dressed up at all, and not just lounging and scrounging around in a tshirt and sweats. My career choices as a florist, homeschooling mom, or presently, childcare worker, require clothes that are comfortable and can get dirty with mud or slime or flung food or spit up lol.
I don't mind seeing women on FL who have their roots showing, or less than model-perfect bodies. I love when women over 40 are raved over and drooled over by men. With their post pregnancy tummies and drooping breasts, full thighs and all that. I prefer real bodies to the "bimbo" or super-Barbie look some on there purposely go for, with tons of makeup, dyed hair, fake boobs, super high platform shoes.
A couple things do bug me. When I see a pic of some kind of sex, a hot guy jacking it, a couple having sex or kink, whatever, and you can see the room is a perfect mess, clothes all over the floor, no "decor" at all, bare walls, just random crap all over. That kills the romance for me.
The other thing that bugs me is when a woman has a shot of a closeup of her pussy, spreading it with her fingers, and her nails have been painted at some point, but they are chipped and ragged or look bitten to the quick. Turn off for me! Ready for my closeup, Mr deMille-- not!
Funny how we all get bugged by different things. As far as maintaining a perfectly groomed appearance... my mom was something of a fashion plate, and she impressed on me and my sister how to "package" ourselves. Back then in the early '60's, you had ideal women celebs like Marilyn Monroe or Liz Taylor, and it was something you were to aspire to, to get a husband. Women didn't have choices, it wasn't about making them feel good and pretty for themselves, it was about catching and keeping a Man. Woe betide you if you didn't! My mom had small boobs and such a complex about them! Back then you needed big pointy breasts or you were a loser.
I rebelled against that in my teens, going with a different standard of beauty that, at the time, included long hair (no rollers, no hairspray), no bra (I had small boobs until I got pregnant), painters pants or overalls, tshirts, or tops from India, funky shoes. Never wore high heels, hated "hose," except black tights in the winter to keep warm on the rare occasion I wore a long hippie skirt. I didn't shave my legs or pits for years. Of course, no one shaved their cooches back then.
I stayed a hippie until the late 70s. I didn't get into the "disco" Farrah Fawcett look of layered blow dried hair, or high waisted tight bell bottoms, or lots of makeup. Debbie Harry was a role model of mine. If I was going to look all femme, it was in an ironic way. I got into punk in the late 70s. I am attracted to alternative fashion to this day. I've never owned a woman's business suit, either skirted or with trousers! I've never owned a pair of "pumps." I don't wear "shapewear."
To each their own!
