valarltd | Thoughts on gender performance

So. I cut my hair today. It had been getting about chin length and I had that generic Mom 'do. It's short now. Really short. As in, I need a leather jacket, black plastic comb and brylcreem. I have a k.d.lang/James Dean/generic bad boy cut now.

And this leads me to thinking about how I'll be presenting at the book signing in July. Do I go very feminine, pink camisole, sheer pink patterned blouse and beige maxi skirt? Do I show up in the band collared shirt and leather jacket? The clothes make a big difference.

According to

heraldofdarknes I move entirely differently depending on what I'm wearing.

Jeans and a t-shirt, I'm myself. Middle-aged, smart mouthed, funny, not at all sexy. I might wear perfume, no telling what it will be. Makeup is minimal.

Put the band-collared shirt, the denim vest, boots, pocket watch, flask and hat on me, and I am instantly the biggest butchest bad-ass in the room, even when I'm shorter and out-armed. I stalk. I strut. I glare. I sneer at the cameras. I smell of leather and vetiver and smoke and roses. Because I am Angelina Fucking Calamity and you do not want a piece of me.

But put me in the skirt and blouse above and sandals and my walk changes. My steps get shorter and lighter. My attitude changes. I'm sweet and a little flirty. I take up less space. I smile more. My scent is pink, floral and fruity. I wear makeup and jewelry.

The latter two are entirely performance. And I can't wait to see how the haircut affects them.