Camilla Skovgaard

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Camilla Skovgaard

ACNE

Alejandro Ingelmo

…and the grand finale:

Alexander McQueen

These make me want to swoon. I’m not usually one to masturbate over objects, but these? I just might.

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I love wearing heels.

I love how they make my legs look shapelier and I feel ten times sexier. And red heels? Twice as good. Unfortunately I can’t wear them for more than a few hours at a time because my feet get sore…

Towards the end of last term I [...] No related posts. Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.]]>

I love wearing heels.

I love how they make my legs look shapelier and I feel ten times sexier. And red heels? Twice as good. Unfortunately I can’t wear them for more than a few hours at a time because my feet get sore…

Towards the end of last term I began thinking of re-introducing “butch” back into my wardrobe – which is a little ironic, because as soon as I had the chance to shop I instantly splurged on the most femmy things imaginable (read: lots of high heels, skinny jeans, and lacy underwear). But lately I have been feeling like dressing more “butch” – at least butch-er than how I usually dress. Collared shirts, hoodies, sweatpants. I’ve always thought of myself as a femme with butch accents – and I want to smash the two genders, the two aesthetics, together – combining my navy-with-white-polka-dots, ruffled miniskirt with white combat boots, for example.

When I dress in a “masculine” manner, however, it’s never really masculine, it’s more just my femmeinity expressed in a different form. A little Tank Girl, a little dandy. I re-interpret masculinity to suit my needs.

[via SublimeFemme Unbound]

I find both gender expressions powerful, but in very different ways. When I’m decked out in heels and a dress and makeup, I feel drop-dead gorgeous enough to knock anyone off their feet just from looking at me – but butchness exhibits a very different kind of power. An audacious, inappropriate, active kind of power.

(For anyone who’s curious – my heels are from Asos and the underwear from Cotton On )

More of the same:

SublimeFemme Tells All No. 15

Tomboy Femme & Other Multigendered Femmes

Finding My Multigendered Femme Identity

Can a Femme be Butch too?

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You don’t blame him. You’re utterly ravishing tonight. Short dress, black mascara, red lipstick. Hair immaculately coiffed; nails polished to a sheen.

You finish your drink; say goodbye to your friends. And then you walk towards him. The wedge heels of your knee-high boots gently tap-tap on the [...] No related posts. Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.]]> He’s been looking at you all evening.

You don’t blame him. You’re utterly ravishing tonight. Short dress, black mascara, red lipstick. Hair immaculately coiffed; nails polished to a sheen.

You finish your drink; say goodbye to your friends. And then you walk towards him. The wedge heels of your knee-high boots gently tap-tap on the floor. Your hips sway. Your legs look amazing in the elegant black suede.

He’s doing that thing where he swallows and scracthes the back of his head; pulling at his already messy hair. Wanting you… trying not to want you… knowing that it won’t make one whit of difference in the end.

—

You’re trying to open the door to your room, but he won’t stop kissing you long enough to let you. Already your lipstick’s smudged and almost all kissed off.

—

The light from your bedside lamp is dim. Your clothes are strewn about the floor and your hair is out of its neat bun. You’re sitting on the edge of your bed; naked but for the boots. He’s kneeling on the floor in front of you. You wait for him to unzip the boots and pull them off, but he doesn’t. Instead, he picks up one pretty foot and presses his cheek, then lips, against the soft suede.

“Maybe we should leave these on,” he murmurs.

He puts your foot back down, and pushes your knees apart…

I actually own the pair of boots I’m thinking about; they’re from Morgan de Toi.

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I’ve always been very into [...] No related posts. Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.]]> Lately, I’ve been on a complete shoe craze. Granted, I’ve been on the lookout for the perfect pair of bright red heels since forever (and find myself to be continuously disappointed by shoe stores all over the globe…) but for the past week or so I’ve been drooling over these.

I’ve always been very into goth/lolita/steampunk clothes, and apparently I’m getting into the retro/pinup girl look too.

Edit: I just realized that I posted this on Black Friday (read: the Friday after Thanksgiving when crazyshoppingtime begins. Ignorant, non-American me grew up with “Black Friday” meaning “Friday the 13th”, so yeah.) How appropriate.  Yay, consumerism.

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