Don't put it on
Ugh dammit. Today yet again we're filming. I mean I don't mind it much. I can leave the house and not be a boyfriend all the time. I can be me. I mean, I miss the sleep but, hey we all gotta make sacrifices.
Sacrifices.
Speaking of sacrifices. I'm not particularly fond with someones certain sacrifice for today's scene.
We've done it a lot before and you'd think I would be used to it, but no. I'm not. It's just a confusion. It makes you question your standards. This does not only go for me, it goes for anyone that witnesses this certain little sacrifice.
Some find it funny. I think maybe, possibly at one point in my life, I found it funny too. Maybe. I forget. But now it's really fucking annoying. There's always that one time when someone has to dress for a particular part in a scene. The problem is. Out of the both if us, only one looks good.
Do you get what I mean?
No?
I don't think I do either.
Alright, I guess we all can agree that out of the two of us, one is highly more feminine than the other. No judgement there. None what's so ever, it balances out perfectly.
Until.
Until that certain someone puts it on. When he puts it on, that's only one thing. But then. Then he puts on another thing. Then another. Until it gets to the point where I might not even recognize him from the colored pigments around his upper eyelid. Or the stained color smeared on his thin lips. Maybe it's the pink fabric outlining the curves of his waist he abnormally has. It could probably be the doe eyed look he receives after the synthetic Demi lashes are glued to his lower lash line, brighting up his icy sky, blue eyes.
God dammit.
You see what I mean?
Sometimes.
Sometimes it's not even that.
It's the fact that his lower torso is developed in the likeness of a females. A morph suit can't really hide the fact that he resides with a, er,
Well,
plump, girl butt.
Or his thick, womanly thighs.
I mean.
Like really. What the fuck are you doing. It's like you're a totally different person. You even shave for it.
Alright. Sorry. Okay while you're out there, acting out like you're a girl, I'm sitting here, iPhone in hand, on instagram. Shocker.
Oh.
Oh okay. I'll be honest. I haven't checked your pictures lately. Oh good one. Haha that's cool. Nice pjbottoms. Seems like your hair is-was, growing out.
...
Hm. Alright. Pretty sure that's Melanie's. you're wearing it though. And it's pink. And it's the same one you're wearing out on set right now.
My face is naturally rosy. But shit. I'm pretty sure it's ten times the color now. Oh right, I almost forgot to mention what bothers me when you put it on, on days like these. When we film a scene like this. Well you're always sensitive. Hence why you're always sitting like a girl. No offense.
But.
But I'm pretty sure everyone in the world question their standards when they realize that-
That
Ian Hecox makes a prettier girl than them.
Just don't.
You look-
I just want to-
But also-
And tell you that I-
It's stressful.
You're crossdressing.
But you make it work.
Then at the end of the day.
Your're wearing a plaid shirt with oversized sleeves and your faded and worn out Levi jeans. Your hair is sorta disheveled. Your lips look kinda chapped. There's stray sparkles on your face and some faded, black stains around your eyes. I mean. I think I lo-like you.
But when you put on your little facade of feminism.
I think I love you.
So do me a favor.
But you're not going to do it.
But let me yell you this one favor that I beg you not to commit.
Don't put it on.
