@oldladyplays I got home after my first day outside in a dress, a lovely night watching the Survivor finale with friends. I caught my reflection in a building mirror, sweaty, flushed, and windswept but it looked femme and I liked it 🥰
Sometimes my anxiety fixates on the ways my expression of feminity conflicts with the compromises of bike life, and it felt like a refutation of those feelings.
I'm sorry for your pain, and I admire the way you use it to inspire joy.
File today morning under "bicycles deliver the freedom that auto ads promise"
Bay to Strachan, at 5pm on a weekday, with a child, in 10 minutes. Only on a bike