I’m just gonna say it…
I like leather. I like the softness of it, the smell of it, the way it moves, the way it forms to your body. Belts, purses, shoes, boots, gloves, coats, and if I thought I could get away with it… pants.
None of this fake stuff. I want to wear real, tanned dead animal skins. There is something about it that, when I wear it, I actually feel differently. I walk a little taller, have more of a swagger, and think I’m all that.
A few years ago, I received a long, black leather jacket for Christmas. Something – really the only thing – I had on my wish list. I can’t wait for the weather to get cold enough for me to take it out of storage.
I’m not so much about pouffy fur, but leather… yes. I’ll be punk for some black leather, or the close-nap pelt of an exotic cat… perhaps the exceedingly rare, potentially black-market, and surprisingly cheap, ‘leper’ fur?
Day 11 – 30 Days of Shamelessness: dress to show some skin