My life has been different, but the same.

I was a pretty boy. Then a pretty woman. The predatory men remained pretty much the same. The relatively few women refused to even try to make it long term, apparently I was always just a snack, a pretty toy easily discarded when the fun was over.

I did marry twice, once to a man and once to a woman. Neither were willing to grow with me. I refused to remain the same.

Now I’m old, refuse to wear makeup or even let my hair grow longer than a quarter inch.

I wear jeans and a t-shirt, and old sneakers. A female friend gave me a pair of Gucci sneakers. I thanked her and never wear them. I’m doing an experiment with a pair of sneakers I picked up for $10 at Walmart a few years ago. The uppers are getting very thin where my big toes touch them. One is starting to poke through. I’m going to keep wearing them until there’s a hole forming in the sole. I want to see how long it takes for a pair of ten dollar sneakers to completely wear out.

I bathe and moisturize, I walk a mile or two every day, but that’s for me.

I honestly don’t give a shit if people think I’m too poor to buy clothes and shoes.

I have a half dozen pairs of walking shoes/sneakers that are new or nearly new.

I’ve come through a lot of trauma in my life, too, most of it because I was trying to do what was expected, what you’re supposed to do.

Fuck that!

I liked your rant Julia. Me too.

--weezi--💜🌈🙏🏼🦄🥳