The sad thing about not being able to go out much, is that I don’t get to play dress up all that much anymore (compared to last semester, or even the whole of last year when we went out quite a bit), which means I end up taking it out at school, resulting in sweet and charmingly misunderstanding comments from classmates, and just general suspicion from family members not really used to the fact that I love playing dress up.

So when I experiment with random crap, like the bunch of beach dresses I only ever wear either at Sta. Maria, or Vallarta, spicing them up with stockings and boots, my cousins look at me funny going ‘Who are you dressing up for, huh?’.

Stockings and garter belts are not all that kinky (unless the context in itself is kinky, in which case the level of hotness is multiplied by a gabajillion) when you wear them constantly, in very vanilla situations. And stockings last longer than pantyhose, hence my overall preference for them.

The fact that I may or may not have a general fetish for them is irrelevant.

Then of course, I got lectured last night, since the time I came home coincided with my cousin coming down the stairs to get something to eat, giving me some little comment about being out all day and wearing a skirt.

Because, you know, unless you’re wearing something under, it’s unacceptable to wear skirts or generally anything short. Even if it’s ridiculously short. Like, Spanish hooker short.

That’s the difference between home and the city. Back home I walk around in skimpy skirts (I’ve had those skirts for the past 6 years, they’re bound to look shorter) and wedges and a wife-beater, and it’s no problem. Here… not so much. If my uncle had been around, or even if my cousin had been around when I rushed out the door for oversleeping, he would have grabbed me by the hair, and forced me to change.

Here, the only acceptable context for skirts consists of Sta. Maria, or anywhere as long as I’m wearing tights.

It’s been so damn hot and dry I can’t stand jeans. Dresses and skirts are the order of the semester.

I’ve also been fooling around with make up because it’s fun, and I love trying random things.

I’ll always have a thing for cat eyeliner, but I’m experimenting with different colors and eye shadows, as well as eyeliners, compared to last semester when I was obsessed with the plain 50’s look of red lips and nude eyes with just cat eyeliner and mascara, and compared to the semester before that, when I was obsessed with smoky eye.

Hurray for impossibly girly ramblings of girly-girlyness.

And I missed Lady Porn Day, so I’ll have to make up for that. I loved the concept of ‘Brownies and Porn’… this is why I miss my friends back home. Next time I’m there we need to do that.