#instead of art

when i came out (as bi, first) i had to have my year or two of pretending to like bow ties and suspenders and full suits but one night i went to sleep thinking i had to adhere to some kind of code and the next morning i surreptitiously had the freedom to wear what i’m wearing now:

a flannel buttoned like two thirds of the way up tucked into what i would call high-waisted cargo shorts, my wonderfully big and shiny orange jacket, and rainbow slides over ankle socks with lobsters on them.

my glasses frames are thin enough that i keep popping the much thicker lenses out when i clean them, so i just wear them in the shower, and i haven’t brushed my hair since i put it up in the world’s worst bun a few hours ago so i look like a lion diagnosed with female hysteria.

I'd say I quit art entirely, but sadly I can't, because I'm studying animation and everybody in real life is expecting some shit outta me