Tessa Masterson Will Go to Prom by Emily Franklin and Brendan Halpin
While I am a queer femme (on a fence between the hard and high varieties), skirts and dresses just don’t feel right on me. It’s not, as my mother assumed for years (and, let’s be honest, probably still assumes), a matter of “not showing skin”. It’s a matter of feeling wrong in your skin, especially when you know people are seeing through the actual you to what they think should be the correct you—which is all kinds of erasing and deeply insulting. While I think this Byzantine glitter dress is supercute, I know that putting it on will just make me feel like a sad queer kid in an ill-fitting burlap sack, while this hot pink pantsuit and a pair of towering wedges would make me feel like the Imperatrix of the Galaxy. Finding what makes you feel that confident is a major part of finding your own style, whether you’re queer or straight.