I’m working on getting my presentation to match my gender, instead of just wearing whatever strikes my fancy and doing my makeup however I please. It’s sad and necessary. I’m invisible in my beloved dresses and painted face, I never have a chance. I’m a tender coward and my feeble hints go completely unheard in the face of their roaring ignorance. They think I’m trying to be ‘cute’. I tell people outright and they still won’t hear me. It’s becoming harder and harder to speak to them at all. I’m becoming less and less productive and more lethargic and weak.