Does anyone know where perfumes are made?
I wear them, as if they hold my DNA, protecting me from the public, and from me. Perfumes are my armor.

Meticulous, is my hidden middle name. I take pride and time combining garments to create an outfit. 
Not everybody is born with style, and sometimes you just have to improvise until the bank account gives you full-credit to embrace your flamboyancy. 

I've heard about the Kibbe system, a chart system guiding us on what to wear, as it addresses our morphologies in a well-suited manner. I cannot change my style, since it is yet to be gendered, so my metamorphosis stays dormant.

I am not a butterfly, nor certainly the next incoming Monarch.
I lack crucial ingredients for such transformation. 

But, there are few companies, that have been refining the scents for their fragrances, given me the access to their doors. And I am thankful for their warmth, since they could be what's been missing in my code all along. 

In fact, I feel anew any time I wear a new signature scent. 
They are a one-time purchased big bottles. So, once I am done with one, I have a stock of personalities right behind.

I embody their notes, while they encapsulate my new era. I am always attracted to a Greek's nose, but I guess I could also sit on their work as well, being experts in the fragrances industry, due to their incredible olfactive capacity to review. Could they smell what I need in my life? I am drowning in vanilla, will money and amber flow next?

I always talk about choosing sturdy materials for clothing. 
That's pretty accurate, the goal is to prevent over-consumption and unnecessary garments purchases. 
I might not wear what my higher self is wearing, but on this realm, I don't control the current system. 
My safety being a priority, I will at least wear my migraine-inducing fragrance.

The marketing might target a specific audience, but I read right through them and their outdated scripts. 
I will wear what pleases me, focus on pleasuring me, first and foremost. 

Depending on the environment, I might be thinking twice about the scent I have picked. 
Why? For obvious reasons, most people don't want me to be happy, even after everything I have went through. 

The happiness metric system in my programming has been lowered, I find myself content even when I buy cheap things. Me, that resorted to desire only expensive and elegant materials or products.

I am never left speechless when it comes to them.
Most men can wear what they want, but when it comes to deciding what I can wear? 
You can forget the pearls (from saltwater cultures, very exploitive to oysters) and the earrings, the beautiful Naomi Campbell-esque looks, my makeup, my skincare, having beautiful wavy luscious hair that has not been put up in a bun, because just like my fav scents, they are viewed too "feminine", or negative, belittling, not worthy of pleasure. 

"You bring me joy", is what I would have said to these lovely sales associates and owners.
Each time I come to their boutiques, they deliver me beautiful artefacts, jewelry, garments to show me. 
As if they think I look pretty with it, and make me feel like a thousand buck, and think that I deserve it all. 

What about the safety: do I want to get assaulted? Was not bullying, and more extensive forms of abuse not threatening enough to my livelihood? 

Why do I had to be born being stylish, if I cannot even showcase it? 
You think these people that judge me will get mad if I breathe wrong too? Yes.

I think people might see something in me, or someone, through my being. 
Through the illusory appearance, a symbol or an essence has come to their attention, but not to mine though.
Something, that not even my family seems to have perceived, or deemed worthy since it is not included in their commentaries.

I wish I could be who I am.
But I cannot afford its price, the currency being paid by blood and tears.

Maybe these sales associates-women-obviously,  hope that I accept that it is who I am, and I cannot undo the past, but move forward. Even past the dangerous obstacles, since not living my truth is deadlier.

No one understand the states I am in right now, floored. They give me such amazing recommendations and advices, but my heart can only flutter in silence.

Femininity is never valued as this beautiful thing, that is really is. Am I invited to the feminine and flamboyant conference? 

Back then, when I would try to grasp onto parts of me, I remember having wore a powdery but aquatic scent, one that would transport me to a beach, near this garden in the south of Italian or French countryside. 

Later on, I started to watch these movies from this golden blonde. I was so captivated by the glam and vulnerability oozing from such individual, it made me purchase and wear so much of this epitome of a scent, that remind us class is both fragile but delicate.

I wonder if good things are invited into my life.
Hopefully, at the moment for desserts, I can steal a taste before it melts away, with it my hopes and dreams. 

A perfume that is not required to be sold in Mainland China, meaning that do not test on animals, and don't contain animal-derived ingredients, is my goal to make and to wear. My ethereal body chooses ethics and compassion first.

I would love to travel to the capital of fragrances, being Grasses, and situated in the South of France.
I could see and smell these beautiful gardens of flowers, that they use for their fragrances. 

Just like Haute-Couture, protected by both Italian and French fashion councils, separately, the Maison de Parfums, is also protected by law. Someday, I must develop a fragrance that is timeless, and designed for people like us, creators.  Creating is part of my destiny. 

Since few months ago, I have been wearing a signature that is like my small but intense secret. I cannot divulge yet.
It is a treasure, that holds the cozy but even the warmth, well throughout the night. 
My only garment alongside a lover in bed, that only obscurity can observe.