Werking Hard @ Zee Outdoor Café Selfies.

I am hella proud of today’s make-up, if I do say so myself.

And speaking of make-up: Today I went with a strong lip & (relatively?) neutral eye glam (as neutral as I get when it comes to eye make-up, at least). I’m surprised by how much I like it!

All made up for the Perverts Put Out! Folsom Eve Show tonight. I’m not performing this time around, but many of my nearest & dearest are. Come out if you can, kittens.

All made up for the Perverts Put Out! Folsom Eve Show tonight.

I’m not performing this time around, but many of my nearest & dearest are. Come out if you can, kittens.

Yesterday’s make-up. I’ve been experimenting with greens and earthtones lately. I mean, you gotta mix up ALL FUCHSIA ALL THE TIME sometimes, right?

Outfit pix by request of anarqueso (read it, it’s damn good — the part about transcontinental phone sex had me howling).

Not pictured because taking photobooth pix of an outfit head-to-toe is surprisingly difficult in a tiny office: Black lace tights & beloved pink Docs.

In other news, I am extremely fond of this new haircut.

Tags: vanity selfies

The aforementioned kitten (who is named Tilda, after Tilda Swinton). Also in the background: me & my other cat Vajra. (Vajra came pre-named — she is the tortoiseshell in the left corner.)

The aforementioned kitten (who is named Tilda, after Tilda Swinton).

Also in the background: me & my other cat Vajra. (Vajra came pre-named — she is the tortoiseshell in the left corner.)

Can my hair look like this every day, please?

Can my hair look like this every day, please?

Mermaid make-up.

I just turned my nightgown/fibro flare ware* into something cute to wear out to coffee with the help of an old scoop neck shirt (which I also usually use as pajamas/flare ware) & a necklace. Also, that is my unstyled bedhead & last nght’s make-up. For someone who just rolled outta bed I feel like I look SOO GOOOOOD right now. Cripple femme WIN.



*I live on a very modest budget right now, but I made a specific point of buying myself some “flare ware” a few months back — pretty pajama pants & pretty chemises/slips to replace a pair of pajama pants that was threadbare. As I am sick & in pain a lot, and hence, in bed a lot, it seemed like having some pretty things to wear to be sick & in pain in might actually help me feel less gross/un-sexy when I’m in the midst of a flare. And it really does help, like, a lot. I know it sounds kinda silly — this voice in my head is going “they are just slips, Gina” — but it is really one of the best & most self-caring things I have ever done for myself around chronic illness & sexuality. Again, cripple femme win. :)