F(l)agging

I've been feeling more annoyed and frustrated with the assumptions and perceptions people have been making lately regarding my pronouns and gender identity. My response to this boxing, is f(l)agging.

I am reclaiming brightly coloured fitted jeans, cute homemade crop tops, and paisley shoes in an attempt to make myself more visibly faggy. It makes me die a little inside when folks assume 1) that I'm cis (the woes of passing benefits) or 2) straight. Ok, well I don't think anyone who knows me even remotely reads me as 'straight' but I can tell some folks try to put me in the gay-stream. And i"m like, "No, sweetheart. There's no way I could survive with all the raw sewage they try to pass off as beneficial to the masses.."

I need more mirroring of my identity. I need to be a little more flamboyant. I need to be a little more faggy. I'm ready for this.