Clothes Friends

Don't you love a good pun? :P I know I do.

So I thought I'd ramble on about my clothes. I'm sure I have in the past. But not in the way that I plan to tonight.

I love my clothes. I really do. I don't know that I have the same relationship with my clothes that others do with theirs. I'm almost sure I don't since I get those looks whenever I broach the subject. :P Nothing bad. My closest of friends are used to my... uh... language, and I rarely talk about this sorta stuff with strangers so it's just fine.

I have a habit of naming my clothes. Or christening them? Or maybe I'm just sussing out who they are? I think that's part of the fun when it comes to shopping. I don't necessarily need clothes. Well y'know what I mean. :P I need them so as not to break any public decency laws, but I don't need many new clothes is what I really mean. I'm fine with what I have. It's not important that I have a huge wardrobe. Though, it is nice to fill it out when I can. In fact, I picked up a few new friends the other day. I guess that's what spurred this topic of conversation in the first place.

So as I was saying. It's the sussing, it's the hunting... it's whatever that is that's the most fun about going shopping. Because I'm almost always trying to create a story with anything I do; secret stories. So shopping has become a means of layering... or... shaping a story within my wardrobe. Like any good story there needs to be a proper foundation; you need the archetypes. There's the hero. There's the villain. There's the damsel. There's the trickster. There's the queen. There's the warrior. There's the whore. There's a whole cast of characters at your disposal. And the fun is creating this lens which the world uses to capture a glimpse of who you are and what you're all about. Because everything is speaking. Everything you wear is telling a story. It all means something. At least to me.

The fun is walking down the aisles and diving through those racks with your antennae in full salute waiting... Waiting for that moment. You're looking for that setting, that piece or that person. Something you can add to your story. Something you need. Something that fits. It calls to you. And you know it's voice. You can almost see it. Then you do. And when it's right you know it through and through. It's everything. The perfect fabric, the perfect texture, the perfect color and the perfect fit. It's the perfect storm. It's kismet. That feeling is everything. Finding just the right thing. Just what you wanted and needed but didn't know you wanted and needed.

So I found a few friends the other day. I'm wearing one of them now. He's a he. I don't have a name... but he's like a TV. He's digital. He's mysterious. He's an artist. He's kind and... I don't know. Now I realize I might sound nuts. :P But I'm... I don't know that I could live without anthropomorphism. It's such a part of who I am and what I'm about. So I realize they're just clothes, but in the same breath they're not. They're more if you can see past the... see through the glass. So what does it mean when I say he? Seeing the shirt I feel a male energy. And the pattern is such that when I move it creates a distortion; a trick of the eyes. It's white and black and it looks like a digital distortion. And I can almost see something and I can almost grasp a greater story... but I can't. For now it's hidden, it's a mystery. And I know who would wear this, and it'd be an artist. And he'd be kind...

Now aside from telling a story, I think it's fun to use clothes as charms of invocation. You know what it is to put on something and be someone because of it. Feel like... not someone else, but more... grrr!!! (another point at which I would rather draw what I mean to say. :P) It's no secret that we're complex creatures. Made up of several intersecting lines and voices. We can be cruel, we can be kind; dry and wet, etc. We're more certain things most of the time than we are others. And it's different for each of us. If we visualize ourselves as sound or color... I sometimes like to think that wearing a certain something can strengthen a certain note or enhance a particular shade. It can raise one voice above all others; bend the light and colorize the rest. Because I think we all know what it can mean to put something on and feel like The Destroyer of Worlds. These boots are made for walking. With clothes, you can tap into so many different parts of who you are and hold it for an entire day, hold onto that singular energy... whatever that may be.

So I picked up this number with the power to unchain my Sensualist. The fabric is gorgeous. I assume cotton, but looks and feels something more akin to satin. It's in this deep chocolate brown; very rich. It's just such a sumptuous experience to behold it and wear it. I feel incredible in it. It fits like a glove and I'm tapped into experience. I just want to... I'm just... it's like... I don't know. :P I don't wanna get lewd. ;) It's... yeah... the Sensualist. He's amazing.

Okay, I've rambled on long enough. :P I would go on longer but I gotta control myself. Maybe I'll introduce a few of the other guys and gals another time. ;)


DS333, ensconced.