hursday: Rainy, Then Clear and Chilly (Moon's Getting Bigger)

Chippewa Crazy Horse work boots, new black pleated pants, medium navy stripe shirt, lightweight navy thermal T, gray boxer briefs, usual Dickies socks.

On the way home on the bus, a gender-unspecified with really tight jeans took a seat next to me. I suppose this person only sat by me because it was the only empty seat near the front of the bus (and, next to an old man who wasn't fat, smelly, or had a cane). People who confuse sexual orientation with gender identification amuse (and sometimes irritate) me (they are very different). Within a minute or so the gaydar was going crazy -- not just mine (which uses chromosomes, sexual organs, and distribution of body hair as criteria for maleness), but also his.