From a beloved friend of this blog:
I spent about 15 minutes putting on makeup after my shower this morning. Because I’ve been sick for over two months, some of which was spent only able to get from bed to chair and most of which which was spent not being able to walk further than the pharmacy on the corner, because I felt grotty and tired, because I have a turquoise t-shirt with a squid on it and that is awesome, because I need a haircut SO BADLY, because I spent time last night sorting out all my makeup and how it’s stored, because I wanted to.
And I was scared, going out. I always am. On the “being a bloke wearing makeup” front, and because of the possibility that it’d get me misread as female. […] It felt like with one eye I could see what I wanted to see, and with the other all I could see was acne scars and prednisone rash and double chin and out-of-control hair and so on. Too old and pudgy to be the pretty-androgynous-boy-in-makeup, too short and ambiguous (and pudgy) to be the unquestionably-male-bearded-dude-in-makeup.
I felt sick and anxious. But fuck it, I needed my Red Bull. Do not get between me and caffeine. And I also felt happy at the same time, because I like playing with shiny things, pretty colours, changing my appearance. I like, finally, after a lifetime of hate and ambiguity towards it, wearing makeup.
And my squid shirt was pretty rad.
So I went out.
Read the rest: ManUp Makeup: And sometimes, people surprise you
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July 13, 2012 at 8:53 pm
Diana
It’s amazing how the act of putting on makeup can be so therapeutic and even liberating – just the act of it makes you feel creative and beautiful, even if you ignore the outcome. As a ciswoman who is generally a “feminist” from a sociopolitical perspective I get mocked for my love of the stuff, as if the pursuit of equality and purple glittery lids can’t co-exist. It is just as much an art and a personal form of expression as painting a portrait – you are literally painting the canvas of yourself.
Anyway, enough babbling. Loving your blog. Very intelligent – a word I don’t throw around.
December 17, 2012 at 11:26 pm
snickerdoo
Tell those people they are well-meaning but saying some pretty femme-phobic stuff. Then recommend reading to them! Feminism has nothing to do with not wearing lipstick. It has to do with not doing anything YOU don’t want to do. Yey. xo