I feel as if the youth have always been at a level of sartorial literacy above older generations. Truthfully, it’s no surprise; so many of the looks that come down the runways in Paris, Milan, London and New York are taken directly out of the cracks in society that we so often occupy. Clothing is just as diverse as the people who wear it and, compounded with the cyclical nature of fashion, there’s an ocean of things to wear. Even before becoming an active dresser I was still aware of fashion. I had to be since everyone else was. Streetwear and trends were a part of everyday conversation and if I wanted friends I had to keep up. When I started paying attention to myself and the way way I dressed, I realized that because there was this sea of possibilities, I would be limiting myself by following the labels on the clothes and societal norms. That would be like having 2 cookies and only eating one because a stranger said I wouldn’t like the other. Why should I let someone else dictate my tastes?


If gender and sex were the same thing, then there would only be one term for the both of them. Society dictates that the sex with which one is born with, is in turn the preconceived ideal gender that one will exhibit in life. This is called “gender performativity”, a term coined by American gender theorist Judith Butler. The idea is that in life, we are actors playing the role of gender, and the way in which we present ourselves reinforces the ideal notion of gender. Gender is considered something that is just true about us. Its expression is merely reproduced through society” How does this relate to me? Well, for starters, I don’t give a fuck about what society chooses to make of me based off of my clothes. If gender is a performance and society is an audience believing in gender according to sex, then I suppose I would get booed off stage for being such a bad actor. My biological sex is male, I identify as a man and use he/ him pronouns, but that doesn’t mean I have to fit the mold that society has built around those terms. Ostracizing people for not agreeing with this will not get us anywhere. Where there is ignorance, there is opportunity for education. However, if your opinion prohibits other from having an opinion, or if your opinion places someone as lesser to yourself or another group in society, then it isn’t an opinion, it’s only hate. The way I dress does not affect someone else’s life, so why would someone else judge me or say something about it? I don’t dress like a man – I dress like me. My fashion is androgynous, because I wear what I want without regards to what societal gender category it fits in. I speak of this like it’s an easy task. It is anything but that. Sometimes I consider a really cool outfit that I want to wear, but wake up the next day, and wonder “do I feel confident enough today to potentially get harassed?”. My style has always been different from the norm. I grew up in a place where this was not celebrated, and I was often judged or bullied based off what people thought they had the right to judge me by. In doubt sometimes I’ll ask myself “are these clothes all worth it?” The answer is yes. I see the looks, and I see the stares. I see the little whispers, and I see the pointing fingers. But the only thing that is going to make me feel better about all of that is me, and the only version of me that will do the trick is the one who dresses unconditionally and unapologetically, like me


It’s hard for me to describe what my style is; there’s no one word that pinpoints it. I like to dress the way I feel that particular day, am I feeling more femme or more boyish? I’ve been heavily influenced over the past three years by living downtown. I feel like staying in the city has helped me grow and meet people who’ve influenced my style. What I wear is heavily influenced by my mood and the people around me. If it came down to picking my two personalities, I would say I’m either a “super femme, colour loving girl” or an “edgy, oversized all-black fit chic!”

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