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Listening to the Eurythmics Greatest Hits. I really need to get cracking on working on my presentation. Final touches, making sure I'm not leaving anything vital out, looking busy so that my boss doesn't give me more to do.
I'm looking terribly spiffy today, which in straight people land always serves to remind me of how QUEER I am. Shiny black doc three hole shoes, black dress socks (duh), black chinos, my new gray with white diagonal stripes button down from Structure. I look hot, and I can think of quite few women I know who would tell me in no uncertain terms how good I look. Here, however, no one says anything. This is not because they are the type of people who ignore things like clothes, I think that it's just so foreign to so many people.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kathrot posts about her cute outfits, and I think of how much fun I would have going out to coffee with her looking all fabulous, how much I love having a cute femme (even if it's just that day's gender incarnation) with me-not even in a romantic sense. I love having feminine friends who flirt with me and let me be a gentleman. I miss that more than almost anything about Smith-outside of being in college. I love being allowed to treat the women around me the way they deserve. I hate feeling like I can't look at the girls on the bus, that any attempt at being a gentleman is shot down when the men around me call me "miss" and hold the door. Sure, I appreciate politeness, it's better than the occasional poisonous look I get when someone figures out what's up. Still, I feel so invisible and useless.
I'm looking terribly spiffy today, which in straight people land always serves to remind me of how QUEER I am. Shiny black doc three hole shoes, black dress socks (duh), black chinos, my new gray with white diagonal stripes button down from Structure. I look hot, and I can think of quite few women I know who would tell me in no uncertain terms how good I look. Here, however, no one says anything. This is not because they are the type of people who ignore things like clothes, I think that it's just so foreign to so many people.
kathrot posts about her cute outfits, and I think of how much fun I would have going out to coffee with her looking all fabulous, how much I love having a cute femme (even if it's just that day's gender incarnation) with me-not even in a romantic sense. I love having feminine friends who flirt with me and let me be a gentleman. I miss that more than almost anything about Smith-outside of being in college. I love being allowed to treat the women around me the way they deserve. I hate feeling like I can't look at the girls on the bus, that any attempt at being a gentleman is shot down when the men around me call me "miss" and hold the door. Sure, I appreciate politeness, it's better than the occasional poisonous look I get when someone figures out what's up. Still, I feel so invisible and useless.
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"Children masturbate because of their yen for scientific exploration. They live in a tactile world. Genitals are the proof that they have of their gender, and their play is proof of its permenance. Like a boy covering his penis with a bowl, or a girl holding a stick in front of her pants. What they have underneath doesn't change."
I feel really bad for the parents of intersexed children. There must be so little for them out there and as much as we all love to live in our little bubble of "Hey! Gender! Whee!" the rest of the world just doesn't bounce that way.
I would like to get femmed out, pack, then get fitted for trousers.
Blow some minds.