In the 1990's we all dressed like nouveau hippies in the little river town where I lived and worked. It was a kind of a heaven and haven for creative folks, it really was the Portland-of-the-Eastern Seaboard.
After days upon days of colorful ensembles in Homage of Kreativity, wrapping my massive dreadlocks in head swaddlings, etc. sometimes I just went clean with this 'dyke' look.
It's only funny when you see the other get-ups.
Things to note: I paired my evergreen bodysuit with tiny shorts from Pat Field, large 'boyfriend' white Levis, and black Doc Martens, of course.
I rarely drew it yet, how freeing sometimes for a woman to be simple and unadorned. Like a Drag Queen, but a Dyke King.
