<p>I talk up my style as frumpcore. <em>It’s the synthesis of momcore and downtempo librarian,</em> I say. In reality, It’s an intentionally garbage-y, thrown-together look designed to, I hope, lead onlookers’ eyes to slide right off of me as unremarkable.</p>
<p>While I’ve had <aclass="pulse"href="/furry/fursona">fursoñas</a> that were intended to be something better than myself — Makyo, for a while, was dressed in a nice suit — more often than not, they’ve played along similar lines.</p>
<p>Ranna was a gay fox, a bit pudgy, with two tails he readily admitted were an early affectation to differentiate himself from countless other foxes.</p>
<p>Firstly, you’re not as invisible as you seem and frumpcore isn’t seen as that cohesive from the outside. Secondly, you pass better than you imagine. Everyone tells you that, you just can’t yet hear it. Finally, you just got done writing some heavy shit after a day of worrying about work, so of course you’re down on yourself. You don’t want to pass, remember? You want to be visibly trans. You want to be seen as the trans psychopomp you strive to be.</p>
