Me at 6:55am

This blog post is dedicated to Surviving Myself who wants to hear me speak and to Kiala Krazybee — my muse.

Recovering Straight Girl posted today about going to hang out with the Governor of Oregon. Because RSG is a lezzie a writer, she hasn’t worn tights or pantyhose for many moons and has forgotten, I’m sure happily, what the rules are to this plain oppression of women fashion choice. So I reminded her about the perils of tights and pantyhose and she was a little at a loss because when you meet the Governor, you need to look proper. For me, as a Californian, that means rolling up in a Hummer and transforming into a robot when shit pisses me off. For Oregonians, that means dressing nicely.

I gave her some advice on the matter: get cotton tights and don’t wear panties. And then she included my advice in her blog post. But she didn’t say why, because boys read her blog. Well, boys read my blog too. Well, they are manly men who aren’t afraid of the truth and the functions of women’s bodies. Anyway, her readers are confused about tights and panties. And my male readers are strong, masculine men who are fearless.

So I filmed my response.

[vimeo vimeo.com/936340]