drag

I'm up early and dressed like a boy this morning so that I can go into the DMV and get a driver's license. It's pretty awkward, because "dressed like a boy" for me means "not wearing any bright sparkly eyeshadow or visible dresses or slips." I might pull my hair up into a hat, but honestly that's more for undercover spy effect than anything valid and important. Also I think my sports bra- which doesn't even squish my tits much- is in the washing machine, and I'm not invested in binding, so it is the most half-assed drag you're ever gonna see. Like, when I actually DO intentionally drag boy, there's usually lots of eyeliner. I feel like today I'm dragging hoodie/lazy, which isn't really a gender identity.

I mean, maybe it's somebody's. If hoodie/lazy is your gender identity, I totally support that.

Anyway, I completely forgot to make arrangements for somebody to come with me to the DMV, which means I think I'm going to drive Alex's truck over there by myself without an escort, which is illegal. Whatever though. I grew up middle class in New Jersey, I drove a car everywhere every day for something like eight years. The only reason I don't have a license now is that, when I was in New York, I was so invested in saying "Car? Sneer. I ride a bike" that I let mine expire. And also, everybody I knew who had a car in New York made it sound like such a giant pain that it wasn't worth it. So I carried a non-driver ID as a statement of protest against America or the oil companies or whatever.

Anyway, wish me luck! If I get a license, it will have the wrong name and gender on it. But getting a wrong license is the first step in the process of getting a license with the right name and gender on it, as far as I can tell. I don't know, I'm pretty much making this trans stuff up as I go along.