November 8th, 2008

naka

On being a eunuch

'I think I look like a guy,' I said to one of my friends when I was twenty, with some vague notion of cosplaying one for Hallowe'en. 'No one would ever take you for a guy,' she scoffed. 'Your features are too delicate.' The proper comeback was 'Then I look like a delicate guy', because in fact people started calling me 'sir' not long after. True, they were mostly little old ladies in France who didn't bother looking at me closely. Tall = male to some people. The police in Japan also thought I was a guy, but I figured that was a combination of my height and size, the bike I rode (red), and the time I rode it (after midnight.)
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