I almost forgot.  The most important discovery I’ve made since arriving in the Pacific Northwest.  Further proof that everywhere is pretty much the same… 

Apparently something about my hair reads lesbian?  This can’t be overlooked because I come from one of the most homophobic regions in America and yet no one there mistook me for a lesbian.  Once, chatting with a post-op trans woman from California, we agreed that complete repression smooths the wrinkles of intolerance in a way that’s refreshing in its candor.  Tolerance in the face of blatant disapproval is the best you can ask for when disdain is the alternative.  That said, I cut some more ostentatious bits off and am considering buying clippers.  If I’m going to be judged by my hair, let’s get it straight.  I’m a little punk, not a closet lesbian.