I have a fear of growing old and becoming an androgynously gendered elderly person.
You know what I mean. We've all seen couples who have grown old together, holding hands and wearing similar bulge-y sweatshirts, elastic pants and sneakers. Not that there's anything wrong with that; I aspire to still want to hold hands with my spouse when we're both 85 and crotchety.
The problem lies in the fact that it takes far too long to discern which one is the man and which one is the woman b/c they are (somehow) the same height, have the same short haircut and same vague whiskers on their chins. I feel like such a creepy, staring at their chests to determine who has more boob, and thus, is the woman of the couple.
I shared this fear with Tyler, as I do with all my fears. He responded with great sensitivity and tact.
"Wait. You can't be serious. You really think that people are going to confuse us??" said my 6-foot-tall boyfriend incredulously. "Ever??" And then: "Why are you crazy???"
Okay, fine, so it probably won't ever happen with us, but still, I think it's a valid concern. I don't want to be a man-grandma!
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I totally splurted the water out of my mouth as i sat here reading this entry and drinking tap from a compostable corn product cup.
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lol VICKY! you crack me up.
LOL tyler asked if you were crazy.
but hey! it's okay. i stare at boobs all the time when i'm on public transit in SF. sometimes i see a female (women's shoes, purse, fashion scarf, short hair, tight pants, tight shirt, dangly earrings) with no boobs and then as they turn to exit the train i see them from a different angle and realize she had no boobs because she was a man.
or i'll see someone with boobs and then see that they are wearing skinny jeans, SAGGED, exposing BOXERS, and be really confused by the huge number of tattoos and piercings they have. shrug.
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