guys this is actually how I think drugs work
It’s funny that I’ve created this character whose magic-realism ability is dressing up as other people, because I’m just such an idiot about my own dress. I went to the MODA fashion show yesterday and, despite multiple, explicit warnings from my date (my increasingly intoxicated Leftenant Best-Friend Bradford) I was surprised to see how dressed-up everyone was. It was high heels and suits and dresses— there was a guy with bifocals and a girl with thick glasses and no lenses.
I looked down at myself in the reflection of a window— a bright pink hat (fuck gender norms), hipster glasses, an inside-out sweatshirt (ちょう構わない) covering up a stenciled, ripped T-shirt, skinny jeans, and, looking down now, the pièce de résistance, two absolutely soaked tennis shoes (my knees hurt!) and I realized that I was without competition the most underdressed person in the train station. In the words of Brad Neely, “I looked down… and I had the body of a heavy reader…”
In some ways it’s pretty くやしい because I look spiffy in a suit and I so rarely have an excuse to wear it, but I think I made the mistake because my clothes are so much a part of me. I’ve worked hard to make them as comfortable— more comfortable— than my skin. I wish I was the kind of person who could wear suits or dresses or costumes after Halloween, but I’m just so meek and mild.
I guess when Maude takes peoples personalities by wearing their clothes it’s because I believe that every piece of fabric was put there for a reason, and it isn’t too much of a leap to reverse engineer the explanation.
My adaptation of Alice in Wonderland has some striking
plagiarism visual influences…
I always felt it was unfair that Link wakes up when everyone else vanishes. Would he still have the strength to swing his sword if his life was also at stake?
I really like the trope where the big scary gangster is afraid of three girls but if you use it too much they cease to be scary gangsters????????
Maude the clothes-shape-shifter is my answer to years of anger every time Envy surprised me by being envy
Willie the Weeper tells the best jokes I swear