the world according to nouns: feminist fashion thoughts
I have a lot of thoughts/feels about this which I want to come back to later, but for now I’d just like to say I don’t know any punk who isn’t totally fucking paralyzed by social anxiety going to a show/a nervous wreck at a show/talking about music with punks/talking about punk on fb/getting dressed before a show/basically doing anything without first popping some xanax and drinking profusely, preemptively, to lessen the anxiety and mitigate the social pressures they feel from being judged/not fitting in/standing out too much/not conforming enough. If punk is this intense site of regulation, surveillance, and discipline (at the cost of weirdo perverse expressions of creativity/rebellion) that we find alienating ((and more recently for me: horrifying & complacent with gross abuse of power)), why do we continue to do it?
I pretty much hate people who dress like they’re poor when they’re not, which translates to maybe 75% of punks, even though I am kind of a punk or at least have existed on the periphery of punk scenes for most of my teenage and adult life.
I have always been the queer girl…