A stranger at the bus stop yesterday politely came up to me and said I had, “really cool makeup, man.” This really brightened my afternoon when I just wanted to go home and sleep. This is in contrast to being catcalled a week or so ago. Some faith in my fellow metropolitans has been restored.
(That was the first and only time I’ve been catcalled, I now reconsider wearing skirts when I’m going out as they seem to make some straight men see me in a whole different light. Now I just dress like a like a spooky androgyne–not your sex object now, huh?)