related to previous plurk but some weird gender navelgazing related to quarantine times

I read an article by a nb author that I vibed with a lot

that was basically about like...

so I've become a lot more bold with my presentation as an enby in the last year or two

and part of that was actually possible because of quarantine

like, I live alone, I can wear whatever I fuckin want

but at the same time

when i live alone and present more femme just for myself, it somehow feels less like

substantial?

like part of gender expression is a reaction to a social contract

men dress like X, so I reject masculinity by dressing like Y

but if nobody sees it, then does it matter

my rejection of the social contract is weakened not by pushback but by the social part of society crumbling

tldr god I can't wait until covid times are fucking over

that's a fucking mood

and i genuinely hope that when things start falling apart you can start presenting more femme in public to stick it to the man. i believe in you

if a tree genders in a forest and nobody's around to hear it, does it make a sound