I love shoes. I love all kinds of accessories, really. (When I have money) I peruse store after store just searching for anything within 'my style'. Shoes, hats, beanies, scarves, and ties--I WANT IT ALL. If I can't find it in a store, I'll most definitely find it online. 

They won't let me have it all though. But I guess it really isn't their fault. I'll just blame colonialism for this. Shit, I'll blame colonialism for everything.

I'm a boi. And because I'm a boi and not a boy, the accessories I want to buy and the clothes I want to wear are definitely not a perfect fit. I awkwardly (and self-consciously) always walk to the Men's side of stores knowing there's at least one person rudely gazing at me with puzzled looks. I walk into the dressing room with men's clothes and more times than none do the employees obviously hesitate about which (men's or women's) side of the fitting room to bring me to.

Luckily though, somehow and in someway, the jeans on the mannequin actually fit and the sweaters or vests on display accentuate my curves in the boi-ish way that I find sexy. It's the shoes that are always a lost cause.

Just the other day my roommate and I celebrated the end of our broke-ass summer and welcomed the borrowed money known as financial aid loans through a little shopping spree. All I really wanted was a good pair of shoes. I...