Spending the weekend in my sister's town has a way of making me feel self-conscious. If you haven't been stared at in the grocery store, you might not know what I mean, but wearing a belt that matches your shoes seems to elicit sidelong glances from total strangers. Sometimes it's a man who looks at you like you're an assault on his morals, or it's a perky lady who wants nothing more than a gay best friend. One can be scary, the other is totally adorable. But why be scared? I say shake your thang in a local park!
(More on the subject: Crossing my Legs and Other Acts of Homosexuality, September 2008)
(I love my new shoes. Jeff, adorable in his vintage Raybans.)