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The anxieties of being a feminine guy in a straight, white male office
I could always see it in their faces. I dreaded it. I’d speak in what was my lowest, most unnatural tone and I’d watch as a brief moment of realization crossed their faces, followed by stifled snickers, and then neutral, polite friendliness, or scorn, depending on who I...