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@tillybridges I love this! 🥰 I used to run a workshop on gender euphoria for cis adults (most of them parents of trans kiddos) and it was so wonderful to connect them with that part of themselves!

@Bikil oh that's amazing!

cis friends!

take the Gender Euphoria Challenge and get back to me

@tillybridges @petrillic There is nothing like wearing a bespoke suit made from the best wools and/or silk. That is a quality thing. I have some memorable 25+ year old t-shirts that bring back good memories and are somewhat emotionally evocative. I like wearing denim jeans. Otherwise, I don’t think about clothes much at all. I hate clothes shopping. So, I do not associate clothing with my personal gender identity.

@meltedcheese @tillybridges @petrillic it's not *just* clothes, but those are easy for a lot of people.

On the other hand, bespoke suits are *very* much a man thing, so you might take that as confirmation that you're in sync with yourself

You certainly look happy

@RandomDamage @tillybridges @petrillic I am happy, thank you. Do women not enjoy tailored or handmade clothes, especially high end formal clothing?

I know of only one man who, on a regular basis, bought shirts and suits made for him personally. For me, it was a one-off experience. I did it on impulse. I was shopping for a suit and apologized to the proprietor/tailor that I didn’t know my size anymore. He said, “there are no sizes, only fits and doesn’t fit.” So I asked him to make me a couple of suits. Best clothes shopping trip of my life.

@meltedcheese @tillybridges @petrillic Oh, women most definitely *do* enjoy such things!

But the way you phrased it definitely evoked masculine cut suits for me (your picture may have contributed)

And for myself it wouldn't matter how well it was made if it was the wrong kind of suit (heck, even a lot of women's formal wear isn't my cup od tea)

@tillybridges there's so much I could say about gendered clothing that go beyond identity and into quality, fit, and function, which muddies my personal waters. I like to draw myself in outfits I would never suffer through in real life. I've lost track of a lot of clothes that I bought from the "men's" vs "women's" section. Most of them are black anyway.

All that being said, when I throw on my vintage men's pleated slacks and a grandpa-esque Hawaiian shirt on for casual Fridays, I don't care that my coworkers probably think I look ridiculous. I feel great, even if I would probably not want to go with that look every day. It just feels right sometimes. Call it gender euphoria, call it a rare instance of me getting outside my head and dipping my toes in some semblance of outward self-expression, cause I can't tell.