Kalvin…. With a dress…. omg… sexay. Yeah that is all… Oh and also the symbology of it representing women and the way they are seen as sex icons only. Since it’s what is always in their pictures in the bathroms and stuff. its what they are seen as. How Chauvinistic.
i’m a mess in a dress and he still loves me. oh who am i kidding he hates me. and i hate him too. it’s always been like that. it will always be like that. but that’s the reason we’re so perfect for each other. we hate each other so much, we kinda love each other.
how I feel, every day is different and fresh. The dress flows around me as I swing my hips on the beach in the sun. Dress me down to my undies and kiss my bellybutton. My dress tells a story. The quilted patterns and ancient ribbons tie around my neck holding my breasts perky. I like how the wind feels between my legs and I can breathe.
my beautiful gown. i could dance in my imagination for hours wearing this beautiful dress. people see the tatters, shards, sew patches, wine stains, and smears of dirt. I see a stunning radiant glow of gold and a delicate lace trim, here in the locked box of my beautiful imagination.
there once was a dress named lula. she wanted to be worn so bad that she put herself up for adoption at a garage sale. once the sale was over no one bought lula. This made her very upset indeed. But the black dress did not give up! No she did not! She then decided
The dress was a lovely shade of magenta. I marveled at the delicate cut and line of the tea dress and wished that I could afford it. I imagined myself at a party wearing this seductive little number.
I’ve never known much of such a word to be honest. My identity as a male has mostly likely sequestered much of my attention away from such words of powerful feminine diction. But still I wouldn’t mind getting more acquainted with the universe and lingo of the dangerous waters of the female mind, for an equal exchange though of course, I would would be absolutely ecstatic to find a girl whose knowledge of Call of Duty spars with my own!
i found the most amazing dress for prom last year. i regularly wear jeans and a tshirt every day, so when i came to prom wearing that dress everyone was amazed at how beautiful i looked.
A dress can be used for many occasions. Weddings, funerals, spring, church, baptisms, prom. Its all different, but its all the same. It allows a girl to feel beautiful, like a ribbon on a gift for all occasions.
my grandma had this dress it went down to her ankles and up to the ruffles in her sleeves. my mother has a dress like that one that she saves for funerals, i wear that dress now
I wore a red dress once. And a polka dotted one. I like dresses a lot. They have the most flattering cuts and are flowing and feminine. I like ones that are comfortable and dont show your boobs. I like wearing them without underwear; quickies!
woman wearing dresses usually attract me for the reason that it seems more lady like than other forms of appareal it just seems so feminine and pure it makes more sense to me like that.
i gave my dress to my sister. . .blue long. . .flowing satin. . .i was happy about it. . .my mother made it. . .i wanted my sister to have the same happiness that i did with it. . .but it ripped. . .and so i sewed it back together and gave it back to myself
I bought the dress, but I didn’t like it. The sleeves were too short and too tight. It sagged at the small of my back. I felt bad in it. My mother said take it back. Sometimes I wanted to, and sometimes I thought I’d give it away, if I could find someone who fit it.
I bought a new dress today. It’s so lovely. I feel gorgeous in it. Like a real woman. Emily looks fabulous in dresses. She’s so pretty, I don’t think she knows this. I wish I was beautiful. I feel feminine in dresses.
The dress hung off of her frame like a mushroom.
She sat in the Florida sun on the green quadrangle at the campus’ old center, now left to rot covered in cigarette butts since the university expanded north.
as i saw the dress in the window, i knew it would be the last dress i ever wore happily. the next day i would kill myself and never again would i “dress up” never again would i put on socks or smile at the mailman hoping that he would eventually deliver a love letter. never again would i have to suffer the humiliation of walking out the front door.
Dresses are loved intensely for at least one day, some for longer. But eventually, they all get put up in a closet somewhere, forgotten and collecting dust except for the occasional time when your mother picks them up and says, “I remember this dress. What a wonderful day.”
her dress flowed like a wind in the curtains. gently, blissfully, between sheets she wished she could be. It was sunny, the blisters forming on the insides of your skin like small suns in each pore. bliss. sheers.
a pretty dress was at the window where everyone could see, yet no one would buy her because she was red and somewhat short,
it wasn’t until the most prettiest girl in the whole city found the dress and actually bought it
I’m wearing my lucky dress; red with white print. I enter the hotel bar even though I’m not a huge drinker. There are businessmen sitting at the bar and at tables around the room.
she wore one. with flowers. but i can’t recall the colors. or the pattern. in fact, i can’t recall who i’m even talking about. I guess ‘dress’ reminds me of woman, in general. femininity.
“you’ll look good in it, i promise”
“no way, absolutely not, I will not wear a dress”
“oh come on, how many times in your life do you get to wear a dress?”
“that depends, in case you haven’t noticed, im a man”
“who cares?! you’ll look good, i promise”
He stares at her, squinting his eyes
“you’re insane”
“and you’re going to try on that dress”
i hate wearing a dress. I am probably one of the few women who will say that, but why should i be forced to wear something that makes me feel completley uncomfortable. But for the sake of my sanity and my parent’s sanity i have to wear a dress at this wedding or else more lesbian jokes. What can i say, i love men… but why do i have to be force to spend hours upon hours looking perfect everyday. Well i don’t want to be alone do i.
“Do you like it?” she said, turning just so as the mirror threw ocher light over her calves.
“Don’t you think the hem is a little…non-existent?” he mused, openly concerned, as he took in the white-and-yellow floral print.
She grinned, smoothing the wrinkles in the dress. “I love you.”
It was really nothing more than a relic of the past, a tattered, faded yellow dress that could’ve been fashionable a few decades ago. It was cheap, too, adorned with a simple lilac print that I thought suited only plain, lower-class girls. But for some reason, she loved it.
summer boys girls dresses make me fell ultra femme fatale and guys like them on girls especially after drinks and you are taking the dress off and its on the floor…
I wore that turquoise dress. I got all pretty: got my hair done, did my make-up, sprayed my perfume. All so I could walk up to you and hear you say “oh…hi…”
I bought a big frilly lacey strapless white gown when the dress shop was going out of business. it was to make up for never having gone to prom. I wore it once, and we went dancing, and I wore a crysanthemum corsage
Kalvin. Bathroom symbol to show where women “belong”. Sex icon, which depics women as only that. Interesting. Chauvinistic.
Kalvin…. With a dress…. omg… sexay. Yeah that is all… Oh and also the symbology of it representing women and the way they are seen as sex icons only. Since it’s what is always in their pictures in the bathroms and stuff. its what they are seen as. How Chauvinistic.
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i’m a mess in a dress and he still loves me. oh who am i kidding he hates me. and i hate him too. it’s always been like that. it will always be like that. but that’s the reason we’re so perfect for each other. we hate each other so much, we kinda love each other.
how I feel, every day is different and fresh. The dress flows around me as I swing my hips on the beach in the sun. Dress me down to my undies and kiss my bellybutton. My dress tells a story. The quilted patterns and ancient ribbons tie around my neck holding my breasts perky. I like how the wind feels between my legs and I can breathe.
my beautiful gown. i could dance in my imagination for hours wearing this beautiful dress. people see the tatters, shards, sew patches, wine stains, and smears of dirt. I see a stunning radiant glow of gold and a delicate lace trim, here in the locked box of my beautiful imagination.
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there once was a dress named lula. she wanted to be worn so bad that she put herself up for adoption at a garage sale. once the sale was over no one bought lula. This made her very upset indeed. But the black dress did not give up! No she did not! She then decided
Her dress was a faint lavender, and it danced around her in the breeze. She laughed and spun around, arms raised high.
The dress was a lovely shade of magenta. I marveled at the delicate cut and line of the tea dress and wished that I could afford it. I imagined myself at a party wearing this seductive little number.
I’ve never known much of such a word to be honest. My identity as a male has mostly likely sequestered much of my attention away from such words of powerful feminine diction. But still I wouldn’t mind getting more acquainted with the universe and lingo of the dangerous waters of the female mind, for an equal exchange though of course, I would would be absolutely ecstatic to find a girl whose knowledge of Call of Duty spars with my own!
i found the most amazing dress for prom last year. i regularly wear jeans and a tshirt every day, so when i came to prom wearing that dress everyone was amazed at how beautiful i looked.
A dress can be used for many occasions. Weddings, funerals, spring, church, baptisms, prom. Its all different, but its all the same. It allows a girl to feel beautiful, like a ribbon on a gift for all occasions.
my grandma had this dress it went down to her ankles and up to the ruffles in her sleeves. my mother has a dress like that one that she saves for funerals, i wear that dress now
I wore a red dress once. And a polka dotted one. I like dresses a lot. They have the most flattering cuts and are flowing and feminine. I like ones that are comfortable and dont show your boobs. I like wearing them without underwear; quickies!
woman wearing dresses usually attract me for the reason that it seems more lady like than other forms of appareal it just seems so feminine and pure it makes more sense to me like that.
i gave my dress to my sister. . .blue long. . .flowing satin. . .i was happy about it. . .my mother made it. . .i wanted my sister to have the same happiness that i did with it. . .but it ripped. . .and so i sewed it back together and gave it back to myself
I bought the dress, but I didn’t like it. The sleeves were too short and too tight. It sagged at the small of my back. I felt bad in it. My mother said take it back. Sometimes I wanted to, and sometimes I thought I’d give it away, if I could find someone who fit it.
I bought a new dress today. It’s so lovely. I feel gorgeous in it. Like a real woman. Emily looks fabulous in dresses. She’s so pretty, I don’t think she knows this. I wish I was beautiful. I feel feminine in dresses.
The dress hung off of her frame like a mushroom.
She sat in the Florida sun on the green quadrangle at the campus’ old center, now left to rot covered in cigarette butts since the university expanded north.
as i saw the dress in the window, i knew it would be the last dress i ever wore happily. the next day i would kill myself and never again would i “dress up” never again would i put on socks or smile at the mailman hoping that he would eventually deliver a love letter. never again would i have to suffer the humiliation of walking out the front door.
dress, the dress is pretty
its a red dress.
somewhat short,
its for short girls
like me
i hope you like this dress.
because i do.
Dresses are loved intensely for at least one day, some for longer. But eventually, they all get put up in a closet somewhere, forgotten and collecting dust except for the occasional time when your mother picks them up and says, “I remember this dress. What a wonderful day.”
her dress flowed like a wind in the curtains. gently, blissfully, between sheets she wished she could be. It was sunny, the blisters forming on the insides of your skin like small suns in each pore. bliss. sheers.
a pretty dress was at the window where everyone could see, yet no one would buy her because she was red and somewhat short,
it wasn’t until the most prettiest girl in the whole city found the dress and actually bought it
I’m wearing my lucky dress; red with white print. I enter the hotel bar even though I’m not a huge drinker. There are businessmen sitting at the bar and at tables around the room.
she wore one. with flowers. but i can’t recall the colors. or the pattern. in fact, i can’t recall who i’m even talking about. I guess ‘dress’ reminds me of woman, in general. femininity.
I wear different clothes everyday.
And nobody cares.
I love my life.
I love the people that surround me.
Thank you everyone.
I love people.
<3
the things I wear
don’t define you or me
they define the way we percieve
the world around
what we believe to be
you and me.
I dress in sparkles and
you dress in flannel
we both love plaid
and the world is a better place for it
“you’ll look good in it, i promise”
“no way, absolutely not, I will not wear a dress”
“oh come on, how many times in your life do you get to wear a dress?”
“that depends, in case you haven’t noticed, im a man”
“who cares?! you’ll look good, i promise”
He stares at her, squinting his eyes
“you’re insane”
“and you’re going to try on that dress”
No.
i dress in blue. Sky is my mirror. Dawn colors me as I dress. Hope in my eyes blue wonder.
i hate wearing a dress. I am probably one of the few women who will say that, but why should i be forced to wear something that makes me feel completley uncomfortable. But for the sake of my sanity and my parent’s sanity i have to wear a dress at this wedding or else more lesbian jokes. What can i say, i love men… but why do i have to be force to spend hours upon hours looking perfect everyday. Well i don’t want to be alone do i.
“Do you like it?” she said, turning just so as the mirror threw ocher light over her calves.
“Don’t you think the hem is a little…non-existent?” he mused, openly concerned, as he took in the white-and-yellow floral print.
She grinned, smoothing the wrinkles in the dress. “I love you.”
It was really nothing more than a relic of the past, a tattered, faded yellow dress that could’ve been fashionable a few decades ago. It was cheap, too, adorned with a simple lilac print that I thought suited only plain, lower-class girls. But for some reason, she loved it.
A dress is something to wear, or it’s how you wear things. It makes a persons appearance. I like to see my gf in dresses.
summer boys girls dresses make me fell ultra femme fatale and guys like them on girls especially after drinks and you are taking the dress off and its on the floor…
i love dresses! this is the best word ever! i love going shopping! i want to have the best dresses! some day i will buy the best dress for my wedding
I wore that turquoise dress. I got all pretty: got my hair done, did my make-up, sprayed my perfume. All so I could walk up to you and hear you say “oh…hi…”
I bought a big frilly lacey strapless white gown when the dress shop was going out of business. it was to make up for never having gone to prom. I wore it once, and we went dancing, and I wore a crysanthemum corsage