The glitter began to burn (as always) and so I took it off this morning. My fingers don't like color, my nails won't stand for being pretty and chemicals and I will never ever get along. Lochlan theorizes that I have long-range heavy metal poisoning, that so many years of heavy theatrical makeup, chaulk and diesel fumes turned my system inside out and now it's delicate and sensitive.
Then why aren't you the same?
I am. That's why I don't paint my nails or wear makeup now. He laughs at his own joke and it's a beautiful sound.
There's a point.
So why do you persist with your nails?
I want to look pretty for you. Besides, I found a gentle mascara (Body Shop Happy Go Lash) and lipstick (anything by Bite, but specifically their Amuse Bouche lipstick in Jam, for those wanting beauty recs from me of all people, but that's also the only two makeup items I own now ) so why can't I find a safe nail polish?
Because it's paint and it has to last or people would be mad. Besides, you refuse to wear dish gloves so what do you expect? Your hands are dry and burning all the time.
Truth. But it looks so nice and pulled together.
Why don't you feel pulled together?
I don't know. I just feel like I'm slacking.
The showgirls.
Yeah, the showgirls.
(I always wanted to be twenty-five years old and five-foot-eight and wear all the bronzer and lashes and feathers and slinky little outfits of the showgirls on the circuit but I wasn't tall enough, dark enough, glamorous enough and I never felt like I belonged, even as I took the stage alone and not a single one of them could have walked the wire with the charm that I did. Not a single one of them could have held the collective breaths of an entire crowd as I let fire travel down my limbs.
There are perks to being tiny. Being cute is one of its curses though.
Get the sticker nails.
Those don't last five minutes though.
Then move on from it and be resigned to plain nails. Most men have made their peace with it.
Ben still paints his na-
Ben isn't really the typical male stereotype I was referencing here, Bridge.
Well, THAT's good to know.
Then why aren't you the same?
I am. That's why I don't paint my nails or wear makeup now. He laughs at his own joke and it's a beautiful sound.
There's a point.
So why do you persist with your nails?
I want to look pretty for you. Besides, I found a gentle mascara (Body Shop Happy Go Lash) and lipstick (anything by Bite, but specifically their Amuse Bouche lipstick in Jam, for those wanting beauty recs from me of all people, but that's also the only two makeup items I own now ) so why can't I find a safe nail polish?
Because it's paint and it has to last or people would be mad. Besides, you refuse to wear dish gloves so what do you expect? Your hands are dry and burning all the time.
Truth. But it looks so nice and pulled together.
Why don't you feel pulled together?
I don't know. I just feel like I'm slacking.
The showgirls.
Yeah, the showgirls.
(I always wanted to be twenty-five years old and five-foot-eight and wear all the bronzer and lashes and feathers and slinky little outfits of the showgirls on the circuit but I wasn't tall enough, dark enough, glamorous enough and I never felt like I belonged, even as I took the stage alone and not a single one of them could have walked the wire with the charm that I did. Not a single one of them could have held the collective breaths of an entire crowd as I let fire travel down my limbs.
There are perks to being tiny. Being cute is one of its curses though.
Get the sticker nails.
Those don't last five minutes though.
Then move on from it and be resigned to plain nails. Most men have made their peace with it.
Ben still paints his na-
Ben isn't really the typical male stereotype I was referencing here, Bridge.
Well, THAT's good to know.