If you want to wear a dress today, go ahead.
Maybe wear it over jeans
Or with socks and Doctor Martens
On top of tracksuit bottoms
All your favourite thrift shop bargains
Because it’s okay to just wear “clothes”.
And if you want to, wear a suit.
Dress it up with a smart white shirt
Sex it up with a black silk camisole
Wear a threadbare vintage polo neck
That you love with all your heart and soul
(even though it makes you look like French philosophers of old)
Because it’s okay to just wear “clothes”.
Anyone can wear a pair of five-inch stilettos.
It’s not like there’s a theory test
All you need is a pair of feet
Strong calves,
Surprisingly good balance,
And some plasters for your heels.
But they’re a fearless fashion statement
(Even when you wear them with white socks)
And regardless of your gender
There’s quite no doubt they rock.
With jeans
On queens
Fully-fashioned black seamed stockings
There’s nothing
That you can’t take on
If you can master heels.
Especially
The snides and sneers from the grayly stale
Those readers of the Daily Mail
Who call us ‘snowflakes’ but then concede
The end of civilisation it may be
And all because
They saw a man
In patent five-inch heels.
Because clothes aren’t designed to fit genders
They’re designed to fit bodies
And we all have one of those.
And there’s nothing wrong
With wearing what you want
It’s okay to just wear “clothes”.
Just about the queerest poem I’ve written… and yet also, not.
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