"Not... uh, holy shit, man. Not in so many words, no. What you're thinking of is flagging, which... probably didn't exist in Amaurot, what with the utopian/dystopian individuality-is-for-squares-who-want-to-disrupt-the-social-order aesthetic, fuck. Right. Okay."
He takes a second to swallow some grapefruit juice, clear his throat and his head before he takes a stab at what he sincerely hopes is not a lost fucking cause (but fully expects to be exactly that.)
The juice helps, at least. He's developed a taste for it; the concentrated one-two punch of acidity and flavour really does something. It's bracing, but also refreshing.
"Fashion isn't just body coverings. Fashion is communication. A conversation in a visual language. Fabric, colour, cut, stitch... individually, these are barely phonemes, let alone morphemes. But once you add the complement, conformity, or contrast of what you wear both with itself and against the backdrop of society present and historical, then you have words, the makings of your first impression and your end punctuation."
He stops, finishes his glass of grapefruit juice.
"Shortcuts happen, but they come in and out of fashion in a matter of months or years, rarely decades. For example: Steven almost overlaps with the practise of men carrying a visible bandana or handkerchief of a certain colour to advertise what his dick likes. But by the time Homestuck existed for him to read, that was already redundant, more like a kinky callback to an earlier era of homosocialisation than anything."
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He takes a second to swallow some grapefruit juice, clear his throat and his head before he takes a stab at what he sincerely hopes is not a lost fucking cause (but fully expects to be exactly that.)
The juice helps, at least. He's developed a taste for it; the concentrated one-two punch of acidity and flavour really does something. It's bracing, but also refreshing.
"Fashion isn't just body coverings. Fashion is communication. A conversation in a visual language. Fabric, colour, cut, stitch... individually, these are barely phonemes, let alone morphemes. But once you add the complement, conformity, or contrast of what you wear both with itself and against the backdrop of society present and historical, then you have words, the makings of your first impression and your end punctuation."
He stops, finishes his glass of grapefruit juice.
"Shortcuts happen, but they come in and out of fashion in a matter of months or years, rarely decades. For example: Steven almost overlaps with the practise of men carrying a visible bandana or handkerchief of a certain colour to advertise what his dick likes. But by the time Homestuck existed for him to read, that was already redundant, more like a kinky callback to an earlier era of homosocialisation than anything."