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I was sitting at a bench in Portland State University, waiting for Psych 204 to start. I am auditing it to help a blind friend get there and to study. I think I already hate the class.
In walked this very pretty 18 year old. No matter what clues I looked for I could not tell is he was a she or she was a he. Black hair with ponytail, T shirt with some symbol on it, Jeans, and runner shoes. Clear skin, small chin, upturned nose, no forehead boss, no visible beard shadow, no make up. I forgot to look for ear rings. Possible breasts but hidden by a light jacket.
I would have been jealous, but I don't know what to be jealous of. Wish I looked half as good, and I have to work at it. :(
Do I feel a short story coming on?
Gwen
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"don't know what to be jealous of"
... of being androgynous maybe.
i knwo that jealousy, but a
i knwo that jealousy, but a short story? Perhaps listen to your muse!
Cute image Gwen
Androgyny is too often used to mean sexless when it can just as accurately mean universally sexy
Rhona McCloud
He She
Yeah, pretty or handsome, sigh, can't tell. Maybe I'll see she he again tonight if my eyes will un cross?