A dramatic difference now that I always pass as a man is how other guys treat me. Before I had the whole lesbian look going.. guys usually just treated me like I didn't exist. I served no function for them. They couldn't hit on me and they couldn't be my buddy. But now... I am on the inside. I am one of them. The cashier will hand me my change and say, "Here you go, buddy" "Have a good day, man" It's that extra "man, buddy, bro" that makes me a member of the club now. I am also in the club of 'hey look at that girl.' I am not as comfortable in this club.
I volunteered for a walking event in Muncie and as part of it I rode around with a guy in his late 60s, early 70s. We were setting up stations along the walking trail. We talked about cars, work, the trail. Then he stopped into a gas station. He got back into his truck and said, "wow, that girl was good looking. She had great tits."
What!?!
I pause.
Look out the window.
"man, the corn is growing fast."
I mean. What else can I say? I am not going to participate in the objectification of woman even if it means my member status is revoked.
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