Portland Is A Place Where You Can

I Thought To Be Feminine Was To Give In To Straight Culture, Or The Beauty Standard, But In My Heart I Had A Flair For Fashion And Style. They Were Passions I Kept Secret Because I Didn't Understand I Could Love Clothes And Hair And Makeup And Still Like Girls.

Even Talking, I'm Super-loud. I Could Never Have That Kind Of Meek, Little Wispy Whimsical Lavender And Lace Voice. It Comes From My Body. There's No Way I Can Fight It.

There Is Something To Be Said For People Who Have To Work Hard, Be Creative, Produce What They Have With Little - Or No - Means. Those Of Us From Poor Homes Have The Advantage Of Thinking For Ourselves And Of Knowing That When Times Get Hard, Things Could Always Be Worse.

I Mean, If I Was Living To Please People, I'd Have Never Been In A Band At All. I Wouldn't Have Anything Awesome Around. I'd Just Be Bored.

Thanks To Capitalism, The Importance Placed On Beauty Has Never Been So Manipulated. We Are The Guinea Pigs Force-fed Ads That Tell Us How Pathetic We Are: That We Will Never Be Loved, Happy Or Valuable Unless We Have The Body, The Face, The Hair, Even The Personality That Will Apparently Be Ours, If Only We Buy Their Products.