I've recently had a self-evaluative moment and realized that I'm being kinda obvious. Aside from pointing out hot chicks, I'm pretty much doing everything I can to lead people to the inference that I'm a lesbian. Which would be totally okay if I didn't have to keep this tiny detail a secret from my parents for fear of disgust, scorn, and being kicked out. So I've developed some rules for myself.
-Buy clothes only from the women's section
-Ditch the rainbow yarn
-Watching football is okay, but powderpuff is for dykes
-Point out attractive males. Pretend to crush on them.
-Try to give a fuck about hair, makeup, and all that jazz
-Hide An Unbearable Lightness, watch Xena clandestinely, listen to tATu only on Pandora and only when alone, keep femslash fanfic hidden,ditch stuff like Victor/Victoria
-Borrow from Mom, not Dad
-Shut the fuck up about gay rights
-Go to Homecoming. Wear a dress.
-No more basketball shorts in public unless actually playing a sport
-As far as underpants go, wear bikinis instead of boyshorts
-Aside from the lucky Ravenclaw tie, ditch the blatantly dyke-y accessories
-Wear heels to church, and quit complaining about the Debate skirt
-Not a mention of attending GSA around the 'rents
-Quit dressing like a guy and try to accentuate boobs/hips
-Pink bra. Nothing's girly-er than a pink bra.
-Try to give a fuck when Harmony* teases "haha, you're 15 and never had a boyfriend!"
*My sister's name has been changed for the sake of anonymity. Mine, not hers.
I can't help feeling like I'm forgetting a few things, so if you think of any hit me up.
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