re: #1 mmmirele

Today’s my 64th birthday. And I took this picture yesterday to accompany a post on the hellsite where I told some guy half my age that I dress for myself, not for some man, and if I want to wear jeans and my possum t-shirt to work, I’m going to do exactly that. And I did.

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Yeah, that’s usually how I look at work—hair pulled back into a bun, weird Plantronics headset around my neck, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. And my, that possum t-shirt is comfy.

One advantage of entering your 60’s is your ability to not give a fuck about what others think about you, how you dress, how you live, what you read, etc.. finally, you get to be you. There aren’t enough years left to worry about those things that simply don’t matter.