It took me a while to realize this but one of the things that I love about lolita fashion is that the "EGL rules" that everyone loses their shit over are actually spelled out.
Growing up, I didn't get a new wardrobe every time fads changed and I didn't get trendy clothes from the outlets, so I was never online with the fashion. I was always "doing it wrong" and no one was ever willing to explain why the things I was wearing weren't cool or popular or not weird. There were rules of fashion in 6th grade, for sure, but no one was going to tell you what they are. No one will explain them to the weird kid who wants to understand it.
Once I was an adult with much more power to say, "I'm not comfortable with this, so I'm going somewhere else, and doing something else," I found an absolutely beautiful fashion, one in which, "so tell me what rules I'm breaking here, and tell me why this doesn't look right," is just a thing you can say.
No one's expecting the kids who cannot read a room to "just figure it out." It's just part of western egl culture: when someone says you're dressed wrong, it's their responsibility to articulate to you what's wrong and why.
"I don't like that EGL has rules," ignores that mainstream fashion also has rules, it's just that they're constantly changing rules that you're expected to pick up on your own.
And the rules of EGL aren't hard and fast. You're allowed to pick them up and play with them and build them into what you need, but they'e there to fall back on and get guidance from. You can look at a specific rule and say, "I'm going to accomplish this in <whatever> way, which may or may not be the conventional way," and still find freedom of self-expression.
But I cannot explain, as someone who can't "just figure out" why humans behave a certain way, can't learn social norms by doing things, and can't let go of the 6th grade frustration of finaly getting the cool shoes and then wearing the cool shoes and STILL NOT BEING COOL because I was wearing the cool shoes WRONG with the WRONG PANTS, boy fucking howdy do I like being part of a fashion where the rules are all clear.
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Conversation today:
Patient: hey, why is your bag like, spiky ?
Me (early in the morning, brain not on yet): oh, I'm knitting a sock :)
Patient: oh..... and you have to... stab stuff ? For that ?
Me: yeah :) you're all checked in, head upstairs !
Patient: *walks away slowly, looking over their shoulder at my bag in clear confusion*
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If you thought bodyguard!Floyd would be insufferable with ido!darling, imagine gravure model!darling then absbdbjfjfj
Omg gravure model darling with stalker fan Jade…… gross, slimy, creepy Jade with his gross, slimy, creepy views!!!! >_< he closely follows the magazine in which you’re often featured, buying two copies of each new issue (one to frame as a precious collectible) and the other meant to sustain…damages (i.e. cum stains, sweat, drool, other bodily fluids). He’s found your social media and he also follows that, going through your posts and printing out each tasteful image to string up on his walls.
He’s even bought a few of the swimsuits and lingerie you’ve modeled, and when he fucks into his hand or the onahole (which he pretends is you) he imagines peeling those skimpy outfits from off of your pretty body with skilled fingers. You would look so lovely beneath him, skin hot with desire and arousal, chest heaving with hitched breaths and moans, hands curled into the bedsheets, when he traces his fingertips up your thighs, prying them apart to get a proper look at your pussy. Thoughts of you burying your hands in teal locks to hold him there while he eats you out always send him tipping over the edge. It’s a terrible shame it’s only a fantasy. Oh, the things he’d do if you were really here with him…
Lately, ever since he’s started cyber-stalking and obsessing over you, Jade’s wanted to get into photography. He buys the best camera, but then he also gets a vintage one just for the sake of aesthetics. It would be nice to develop these photos the old way: in a dark room where he must be precise and careful with handling every fragile photograph. Jade photographs a lot of nature, often things he comes across on his walks and hikes. Mushrooms. Trees. Leaves. Flowers. Unique stones or moss growing contrary. He photographs insects: a line of ants leading to an anthill, butterflies swarming blossoms, a caterpillar coming free from its cocoon. He likes the familiar weight of a camera in his hands. He likes being the one behind the lens, peering through at what’s seen with the camera, as if the world that lies beyond it is merely a portrait someone’s painted.
He wants to learn where you live, the places you frequent, what building the company you’re signed to works out of so that he may hopefully have a chance to capture candid photographs of you—things that no one but him will ever see. Intimate sides he will preserve within a picture.
Jade photographs potential locations deep within the forest. He captures the stages of death in permanence: the horrified countenance of your lover when they realize he’s holding a knife in his hand, the aftermath of a brutal slaughter, the perfectly, methodically dismembered corpse with all of its parts packaged in plastic and aligned in a grave dug deep, the mound of soil that soon covers the evidence, and the beautifully rare flowers or tree saplings he plants directly above the body.
Jade develops these photos in the makeshift dark room in his apartment. They’re well-done, but that’s how all of his work is. Eerily flawless. Recently, he learned where you live. It took some digging and lots of patience, but he’s good at uncovering forbidden things. When the time comes to take you, he’ll have to bring his camera along. He’d love to see what expressions he can photograph when he catches you by surprise. And he anticipates every photo will be far better than any of the previous ones he’s taken. After all, they’ll contain you and the raw, beautiful emotions you’ll show him. That’s something he’ll never be able to find in the average magazine.
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why is finding a pair of jeans that fit literally the most difficult task on this earth
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Was anybody gonna tell me that Kaminari got a scar on his forehead from Mr Compress’ attack in the Paranormal Liberation War?????
Or was I just supposed to find out myself when I looked at his page to see if he was friends with anybody from Class 1-B??
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my mom sent me a load of old photos and i kept laughing looking through them and going okay now why do i look like a receptionist at baby age. why am i dressed up in fully coordinated business casual outfits at age 7. what is happening. but then when i called my mom to go Why Did You Dress Me Like This she told me nope, no, she is NOT taking responsibility for that because I, the baby, CHOSE those outfits. I was the one who alternated between "disco cowboy" weekends where I paired sequins with cowboy boots and then just. decided that my weekday attire had to be Professional.
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