Clothes are, and always have been, a fun way of expressing myself. I used to get a lot of attention for the way I dressed. While most of my peers in art school would go for relaxed and edgy outfits, I was always the one in tight dresses, heels and signature eyeliner. I wouldn’t be caught dead in sneakers or even a button-down shirt.
It took me really long time to realize that my internalized homophobia was one of the reasons I felt so much pressure to dress in a high femme way. I felt safer if I could pass as straight.