It
is almost always that the subject is a woman (or women)—even before.
And the
activity would have been successful if we didn’t have to model as biological
men.
Let’s
see. I believe I am a guy—in the wrong body.
So yes, technically, well,
biologically, I am a lady. *shivers*
And since the activity required the guys to be the “object
of the gaze”,
I was off by the idea that it was me and another girl-friend with
a guy
who had to model for our feminist postcard.
The two of us ladies *shivers at the word* had to disguise as GUYS
and stand in
the middle of the atrium of a mall.
We had to stay there and pose until are
other groupmates took our photos from upstairs.
To
be watched with speculation, their wary eyes looking at us;
curious of our purpose.
I wanted to melt away. I wanted to disappear.
I wanted to be i n v i s i b l e.
I hate
being looked at—especially with judgmental eyes.

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