Last night I made it to Nichelle's FYP party. I wore my first dress of the season. It's very comfy, black, with spaghetti straps and a slit. I wore it with a pair of adorable pewter wedge platforms. I'm not much of a dress wearer and can usually be found in jeans, sometimes a skirt in summer. But last night I put in the extra effort and wore a dress. I don't know what it is about dresses that makes me put them in a seperate category from other clothes. I think it goes back to my baby dyke days when my first girlfriend deemed me too "girly" and I felt the need to wear my baby-doll dresses - as was the style then - with pants and/or combat boots. I realize now, thirteen years later, that repeated put-downs about your looks from your lover, no matter what the direction, are just another form of abuse. I've been through too many relationships where I was either dressing too sexy/not sexy enough. My shoes were "oppressive" (to who?). My hair was too short/too long, same with my nails. Then there was the one that wouldn't kiss me when I wore lipstick. No wonder I'm still single! At least I know how to pull an outfit together, at least there's still that.