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From a tender age you have guessed the gender of countless humans whose bodies are covered by clothes, coming to conclusions based on the gender you believe corresponds to the shape of genitals you believe match up with the remaining exposed parts of their bodies, and you have lived your lives in certainty, believing the result of your deductions to be true. The problem is, however, that you do not acknowledge the mistakes you have made and will continue to make. No one knows that the game itself is a mistake.
It seems that even the air gets tired of pretending to be empty now and then.
My body is a filthy jerk that is constantly keeping its eyes peeled for any chance to betray me.
Why can’t I blend in naturally with groups of humans? Won’t someone kindly share the secret?
