this lipstick tastes like lipstick: a feminist rant

the seasonal shit hit me hard this year and i had trouble
getting out of bed and into the shower and dressed like a slob
because who gives a fuck, i’m in a long term relationship with
(a man, which, as my lesbian friend pointed out
already makes me a shitty feminist
in the collective minds of a certain brand of feminist)
someone who doesn’t give a fuck if i look strung out or hung over
still wants to smooch me before work
but then i had this conversation with a friend who has no stake
in whether or not i am attractive to him (he’s gay) and
he said if i looked as good as you do in red lipstick
i’d wear it every day
this came at a weird moment where my little sister
lost enough weight to give me the clothes she wore
when she was my size and there was this very nice blazer in there
and i threw it on one night to go to the bar
and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror
and went hot damn i look sharp, maybe i’m a blazer person
and then i bought like four more blazers at a thrift store
because i don’t drop serious money on clothes as a rule
yeah this gets long buddy
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