I don’t wear makeup. I don’t wear dresses. I laughingly tell people, “Hey, I grew up with three older brothers, got used to being ‘one of the guys,’ what can I say…;” or I grin and go, “I came of age during the Woodstock era, we hippie girls shunned makeup and that headset just stuck, I guess;” or, I smile broadly and say, “Once a tomboy always a tomboy…”
What I don’t say is, I’m afraid if I look too girly I’ll be assaulted.
What I don’t say is, Well actually, truth be told, The Dress Girl once [once that I know of anyway…] put makeup on and wore a dress to the mall some years back – I don’t know what all she did there though except that, she did go into the Gap.
What I don’t say is, I want to wear dresses and I’m working up to it, I have two right now in my closet plus two skirts…
What I don’t say is, I would like to wear makeup if I feel like it but, it draws attention to a woman and that might increase my chances of getting assaulted.
At the same time, if anyone tries to sexually violate me again I swear to God I’ll take his eyeballs out with my bare fingers.
You could say I have mixed feelings.