I’ve never been a fan of labeling anyone’s individuality. Everyone does it and most of the time without knowing they’re doing it. Cis humans love strapping on labels for the queer community. “The minute you or anybody else knows what you are you are not it, you are what you or anybody else knows you are and as everything in…
I remember as a little girl playing among the handsome hanging pants in my father’s closet. They all felt so soft and were perfectly hung with an on-purpose crease. His closet was organized with his slacks coordinated by color on the bottom rod, followed by jeans and his ironed work coveralls. Up top were his work shirts, followed by his…
