Glamorous and geeky

  Hello friends and void. OUTFIT from the other day. tee // skirt // stocking compressio n// o ver stockings // I definitely feel as though I am screaming into the void whenever I post something. Whether here or on my social media. Especially on the social media pages. I feel like I am just talking into or yelling into nothingness. You know, the void. It can be a bit of a mood killer when that happens. As there is nothing commenting back. It seems only the super attractive or those posting more rage bait style or engagement bait style posts get any kind of follow. I am none of those things. And I refuse to do engagement bait. How to spot them?  Rage bait doesn't necessarily have to be in your face with the rage. It can be something small, like a zipper on the back of the dress not zipped up all the way on purpose. Engagement bait? They ask things like "hey cosplayers, show me your most recent cosplays!"or they will say " Show me your PETS!"  and they never respo...

  I once, a long time ago, did not dress how you may have seen me before. I was more of the goth punk type. At least in my teens and very early 20’s. But, alas the constant getting made fun of in school over it. And the not so subtle remarks from coworkers and yes, family. Made it hard to keep dressing like I walked out of Hot topic and Gadzooks. So, when I was in my mid 20’s and older. I decided I needed to dress how everyone else expected. How everyone else did. How all the popular it girls and bloggers did. ​ So, I did. And I was miserable. But hey, at least people were nicer to me. I should say “nicer” because no one really wanted to be my friend. My undiagnosed neurodivergent self was not something anyone else wanted to be around. And yeah,I knew. I knew how others felt about me. I felt like I never belonged. Ever. ​ And then I started blogs, but never happy. Something was missing. Someone was missing . My inner child needed to be healed and then I found SELKIE. ​ The dresses ...

 You know there are days where I dress one way, the alt/gothic fairy that I am. OR others where I wear over the top dresses. Often getting asked when I do venture out into the wilds, if there is a Renn Faire around. Or is there a comic con or something. Which no, I just dress this way as my normal.  It can get awkward. Especially when you see no one Dressed anywhere near how you do. Like in the slightest. Growing up always wanted to wear the prettiest of dresses. And I was able to wear them except at special  occasions. And I was very much the punk/goth girl as I got older. And getting made fun of in high school. And else where, made it hard for me to enjoy it. And so I started to dress as others wanted. Not for me, which I talk about a lot. Because GODS damned it is exhausting constantly trying to fit in. Constantly trying to be a part of the collective. But all the while you do not at all. Because, you are not like them at all. I am happiest when dressed how I want and ...