My lipstick isn’t for 50 year old men who love feisty redheads. My mascara isn’t for meat-head frat boys. My heels aren’t to make other women jealous or self-conscious. I ready myself for my days in the ways that make me most comfortable and confident. My femininity is subversive. I infiltrate hetero-normative environments and assumptions and I blow them up with crazy queerness you never see coming. And I complement my partner in a way that is complete and balanced and comfortable. For me.