i'm waering a pinkdress Karen gave me, the hem goes all the way to the knee, the dress it totaly cute, empress cut, retro circa 1970's professional, but that hem it's too long, the fact that wearing a dress with a hem line that reaches the knee makes me want to shoot myself , is ridiculous. 2.5 inches folk, that's all it would take for me to feel like i was honoring my kind.
i know it's some warped assosiation i have with church ladies, or with my mom's specifically, she used to don the socialy acceptable knee length skirt or frock and she lived like she was fucking powerless to do anything but subscribe to the fucking bullshit that was her life, and yeah there's the whole wife and whore scenerio, and well, i've allways considered myself on the whore side of that coin, and wearing a wify hemline makes me feel like some fucking sell out or some shit. true this all true, and that it makes me feel emacsulated, yes that's right kids, emasculated, like my legs are two of the strongest parts of my body and showing them off is showing of my power, and knowing that even in heals this hem line would cut the visual short, makes me feel lopped off at the knees. This is bordering on absurd, if i don't watch i'm going to start downloading Dali shorts and quoting Warhol. fuck. good night.