Not His Favorite

This is the skirt that Beefy doesn’t like. He also wasn’t a fan of the two layers of lace plus the doily necklace. But he never tells me outright that he doesn’t like an outfit. He just (diplomatically) says, “It’s not my favorite.”


Cardigan, Rodarte for Target. Tank, George. Skirt, Herman Geist (thrifted and shortened). Necklace, self-made. Shoes, Nine West.

Given that Beefy uses the term “favorite” quite liberally, I know that “it’s not my favorite” is more of a censure than it sounds. So I tartly respond with, “Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to wear it.” And then we both dissolve into laughter because the image of Beefy wearing my clothing is so ridiculous. A man in drag* is my favorite.


*Seriously, there is nothing funnier than a man in women’s clothing. Except maybe fart jokes.