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Sometimes, it kind of amuses me that I pass as a guy (so long as I don't focus on it being the default, of it not being a choice, etc.). Getting scoped, hard (like, even I couldn't miss it), by one of the hostesses at dinner more amused me than anything else. I'm sure local context helped a lot.

Also, it's nice to know my social superpower, "Adrien + any one other person= date", can muddy things when it's more than one other person. I think I'd still rather be able to fly, though.

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Palette and repertoire have joined with lexicon in my descriptive langauge. Maybe I'm finding the usual academic vocabulary insufficient?

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So, I got my hair cut earlier this week. It had been about three and a half months since my last cut, and it was getting harder to do anything with it; my pliable molding creme is impressive, but it's not superglue. Almost every time after I get it cut, I think I look less overtly masculine and kinda femmier, like it does something to my face, or maybe eyes, but... I don't know. Traditionally, short hair is guy-coded, and spiky/messy hair just adds 'sexually unmoored' to the mix, but that's not what I see when I look in the mirror.

What I have noticed is since getting my hair cut this time, I've been getting pretty obvious attention from (presumptively) straight (presumptive) girls, to the extent that I get it, can't mistake it. Individually, this is flattering to amusing, but all together, it gives me pause. Am I miscoding my visual symbols? Am I transmitting metrosexual guy, rather than my patented Something Else? Or is this yet another instance of pure transmission being received through inadequate translating shema*?



*To the cool retro-kids, this is "being like a broken record".