The building where I work does not permit smoking indoors, so there are always several smokers walking around just outside, or seated on the bench near the door. One who's always there is a very tall blonde woman in (what looks to me like) uncomfortably fashionable clothes: short tight skirt, high spike heels, lots of make-up, etc.
The clothes are ultra-femmy; the face seems very masculine, and every day when I pass her, I think, "I'm guessing she wasn't born female." And then I feel guilty, because it shouldn't matter, certainly shouldn't be the main thing I wonder about.
Every day that I'm not too rushed, I smile and nod to her and the other people I pass at the doorway, and sometimes say "hi." She is the only one who never acknowledges my greeting.
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Date: 2006-12-02 12:44 am (UTC)The clothes are ultra-femmy; the face seems very masculine, and every day when I pass her, I think, "I'm guessing she wasn't born female." And then I feel guilty, because it shouldn't matter, certainly shouldn't be the main thing I wonder about.
Every day that I'm not too rushed, I smile and nod to her and the other people I pass at the doorway, and sometimes say "hi." She is the only one who never acknowledges my greeting.