Hey all,
Come check out the grand opening of Tomboy Tailors this Saturday. See ya there!
-T + K
Tomboy Tailors, the first ever genderqueer clothing boutique in the nation opens shop Feb 2 in San Fransisco! Offering a menswear collection for female bodies, they will have in-house clothing, custom fittings, a plus line, AND SHOES. Men’s shoes that go as small as 4, in wingtips and saddle and everything nice. All clothes manufactured in the United States and in Italy. Don’t live near San Fransisco? Their complete online store will open in April, and includes fittings over Skype. (Qwear)
TOMBOY TAILORS OPENING PARTY
Feb. 2, 2-6pm, free
Tomboy Tailors
Crocker Galleria
50 Post, first floor, SF
(Dress to impress)
www.tomboytailors.comOH my GOD oh MY god Mia Rox Mia Rox CAN WE GO sometime
*gasp* *gasp*
FROM THE OFFICIAL MANGA, BITCHES.
Tenoh Haruka says “fuck you” to your silly gender boxes.
i have to reblog this page every time it comes on my dash. it is one of uranus’s best pages.
IM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU GURL
Well now. :D
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I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happyThis is so beautiful I’m sorry for everyone who can’t speak German and can’t read this right now.
I translated the article. Please excuse any mistakes, it was done in quite a hurry.
My 5-year old boy likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that was enough to start conversations with other parents. Is that sensible or ridiculous? ‘Neither!’ I still want to shout at them. But unfortunately they can’t hear me anymore. Because by now I live in a little town in southern Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Here my son’s preferences aren’t only a topic for the parents, they’re common talk.
Yes, I’m one of those fathers who try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academical dads that while studying keep blathering on about gender equality and as soon as there is a child fall back into the cuddly cliché role images: He self-actualizes in his job, she takes care of the rest.
With that, I have realized now, I am part of a minority that occasionally makes a fool out of itself. Out of conviction.
In my case it has to do with me not wanting to persuade my son not to wear dresses and skirts. Since he wasn’t making friends by doing that in Berlin, after due consideration I only had one choice. To square my shoulder for my little guy and put on a skirt myself. After all I can’t expect the same assertiveness of a preschool child than I do of an adult. Without a role model. So I am the role model now.
So back then in Berlin we already had skirt and dress days when the weather was tepid. Long skirts with elastic bands quite suit me, I think. Dresses are more difficult. The Berliners reacted hardly at all or positive. They are used to weird people. In my little town in southern Germany that’s a little different.
With all the stress while moving I forgot to tell the teachers at kindergarten to make sure my boy won’t be laughed at because of his preference. A short time later he didn’t dare to go to kindergarten in a skirt or dress. And asked me with big eyes: ‘Papa, when will you wear a skirt again?’.
Until this day I am grateful to that woman who kept staring at us in the pedestrian zone until she ran into a lamp post. My son was roaring with laughter. And the next day he took a dress out of the cupboard again. At first only for the weekend. Later for kindergarten as well.
And what’s the guy doing by now? He paints his fingernails. He think it looks pretty on me, too. He smiles when other boys (it’s almost always boys) want to make a fool out of him and says: ‘You just don’t dare to wear dresses and skirts because you’re fathers don’t dare to.’ That’s how much he has squared his shoulders by now. Thanks to dad in a skirt.
A+ parenting.
Oh gosh this is really sweet
Ohhh, amazing. <3 Thank you so much for translating. I’d never have come across this otherwise.
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My son has long hair with pink ends
Until a month ago, when my 9-year-old cut her hair confusingly boy-short, everybody, everywhere commented on the beauty of my daughters. Which is kind of funny, since one of them is actually a son. A 12-year-old son who has hair down his back and whom everybody mistakes for a girl. Partly this is because he really is beautiful: as pink-cheeked and freckle-sprinkled as an iced cupcake. And partly this is because he wears a lot of pink clothing: nothing frilly or ruffly, but plenty of magenta velour hoodies and raspberry-colored t-shirts. Also, the bottom half of that very long hair is fuchsia. He dresses like this to make a very important statement. And that statement is: I like the colour pink.
LOVE this style. Rock it, yo.
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this outfit created so much incitement today, which was scary in certain moments but also really funny and sad for the boring people who couldn’t deal. it’s usually macho-acting men and young boys who find me the most threatening for some reason. perhaps its because i live to destroy/make a mockery of what they are putting down while looking cuter, fucking a lot (and well), eating full fat everything and laughing my ass off while my thunder thighs carry me down the street.
Dear god you are attractive
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“When I am assertive, I’m a bitch. When a man is assertive, he’s a boss. No negative connotation behind bossed up, but lots of negative connotation behind being a bitch.
[…] but when you’re a girl, you have to be everything. You have to be dope at what you do, but you have to be super sweet, and you have to be sexy, and you have to be this and you have to be that… and it’s like. I can’t be all those things at once. I’m a human being.”
No, Nikki. It doesn’t make you look stupid; it makes you look quite intelligent.
Ohh I loooooove watching her talk about this.
