There's a man in my head

Actually, there are several, but one in particular is prominent at the moment. He is a brooding poet lounging on his fainting couch, pondering the misery of life. In actuality, he is a woman masquerading as a man, feeling lost in the world, but right in her breeches and tailcoat.


He wears this shirt beneath...


...this coat, and black and white vertically-striped pants, having kicked off his boots and left them somewhere in the house for the servant to put away. He is greatly revered as a poet and admired by both men and women for being of great beauty. The written word is his true love, however.