As the city continues to grow, and business keeps thriving, so should people’s sense of fashion and style. However, in this city, being fashionable could mean the death of your “manliness.” Take me as an example: a tall, bigger-built Asian dude with platinum blonde hair and somewhat outrageous clothing choices. I have been constantly questioned by others about my sexuality.
On a hot, random summer day, I was casually walking down Whyte Avenue minding my own business, when boom! I realized either I’d get a lot of compliments for my outfits or the opposite, a ton of dirty looks. The latter usually outweighed the former. I had on some Alexander McQueen printed pants, a pair of gladiator sandals and a black wife-beater. I swear for some folks, it was as if any second, I would be jumping in the middle of the street with twenty or more backup dancers – singing and dancing in a Glee-like fashion to Madonna’s defying anthem – Vogue. And then, a dude who looked like his clothes had been unwashed for several weeks, started approaching me and made some reckless comments. He didn’t stop until he realized my fist was about to “drop it like it’s hot” on his face.
“Are you gay?” “What kind of straight man would wear that?” and “You got some interesting choices of fashion.”
These are comments I hear on a daily basis, yet I can’t help but ignore them, since I have grown immune to such negative scrutiny.
Apparently, manliness can be proven through your choice of clothing. Just wear a Hollister t-shirt, a pair of old jeans and a baseball cap and voila, you have found the authentic recipe to create the manliest man alive. Otherwise, you risk the possibility of losing your heterosexuality and potentially landing a trip to the nearest hospital due to some idiotic homophobes.
Yup, nobody has ever told you that being a male fashionista could rob you of your testosterone, have they? Well, that’s what’s happening here in the City of Edmonton.
Photography courtesy of Skye Oleson-Cormack.