Executive Tutu
JJ Vincent fights stereotypes. But sometimes the chance to genderbend – and the call of the floof – is overwhelming.
For the last three years, I have been lucky to be part of this wonderful thing called The Anti-Fashion Show.
What is an Anti-Fashion Show? This depends on who you ask.
For me, the 2012 show was a chance for me to play with gender. To play with stereotypes. To play with the fact that I’m kind of small and and kind of fey and kind of pretty (on most days). To get over how much I hate being seen as “girlie”. To be a little fluffy.
In short, to wear a tutu. An Executive Tutu.
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My partner, who is way less sensitive to the way he looks and what people think of him (and also brawnier than me by a bit), was just as excited as I was. When he found out I was making one for myself, he immediately asked for one…and got two.
This tutu’s ready to party!
A Bear in a tutu!
While I was at it, I added matching sling bags, and for him, a garter belt, writstlets, sock garters, boot covers (best use EVER for camo duct tape), and a vest panel (I’m still not sure I’ve gotten all of the glitter cleaned up).
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To step this far outside of myself was a risk. A challenge. A level of ridiculous I am usually not ok with. I don’t genderbend or genderblend on a regular basis. Ever, really.
But to prance around in pouf of glitter and chiffon? And a red tie and a red bow? And bare white legs with argyle knee socks? In my fabulous cloud of a custom-designed Executive Tutu?
Absolutely!
Now if only the damn phone would have stopped ringing…
photos courtesy of the author
