Of butches and bathing suits

Gender identity being the tricky thing it can be, swimwear presents a bit of an annual challenge. To be fair, most of the swimming I do these days is on the banks of the Ottonabee river, so its not like anyone's watching - but that's no excuse really. Here's my dream. A line of hot, vintage, gender-bendy swim wear.  Because I want to look like this guy.

Or this guy.

There will be stripes, and buttons, and pretty ladies will love me (see fig. 2). I read somewhere that these outfits were traditionally knitted, and I'm not sure how I feel about woolen swimwear. I may go for more of a cotton blend...
Anyways, this is definitely on my winter to-do list. I will post pictures.

Little city, big Pride

This weekend was our little city's Pride parade, and it was the biggest I've seen yet. It was about six years ago that I moved here from Toronto, and I made it for the Peterborough's first Pride. I'm pretty sure the protesters outnumbered the paraders. This year there were no protesters, the sun was shining, and my buddy Iris made a sparkly pink sign that read "Bossy femmes against rape culture." Oh, and there was lots of facepaint. Pretty much the day was perfect.

My fabulous friend Meagh, gettin' her face did.

More fabulousness.

Claire, from over at A Pragmatic, Bleeding Heart, rockin' the knuckle tat. 

And I am a butterfly.

I <3 Pride. Oh, and there are not enough sparkles in my life.