tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post1924703932486068723..comments2024-03-11T00:26:35.303-07:00Comments on The Many Banes of My Existence by Alexis: Alexis, the Girl Who Dresses Like A Slut: A Social ExperimentAlexisARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09797016673203467911noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-2979264844549898992013-03-30T10:59:53.800-07:002013-03-30T10:59:53.800-07:00I've never really worn boy's pants except ...I've never really worn boy's pants except for the occasional matching Oshkosh overalls my mom used to dress my brother and me in (with different shirts, I think)when we were quite young. Come to think of it, those little boy Oshkosh overalls had some great pockets.AlexisARhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09797016673203467911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485729541580426717.post-71910646228022582092013-03-29T14:04:43.737-07:002013-03-29T14:04:43.737-07:00I think this phase is a fairly normal one, except ...I think this phase is a fairly normal one, except I didn't analyze myself during mine so was completely clueless about what I was doing and why. That did come later though so self high five for that. I spent high school dressed as a boy trying to hide and my early 20s doing the exact opposite. Now I'm somewhere in between. I'm pleased to have found a middle ground. I do miss the pockets in boy pants though, the ones in girl pants are a joke.Ameliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07115154893444857726noreply@blogger.com