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  • #16
    Since I am an old metalhead from the actual 80's, half the guys I used to hang out with were mistaken for women at some point. And in some cases, you can hardly blame the person who made the mistake. I mean, it WAS the 80', and we were all headbangers.

    Although I've been mistaken for a man on a couple occasions.

    I don't look like a man. But I guess in both cases, you couldn't see my body shape very well.

    I was mixing chemistry once in an industrial film lab, wearing a rubber apron, rubber gloves, jeans, flannel shirt, greek fisherman's cap, goggles, and my hair braided in a long braid down my back. Someone kept going "Sir? Sir?" I turned off the mixer, looked up, and took my goggles off. They were all like

    Well, in their defense, no woman had ever been in that job before.

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    • #17
      Le yawn. When people start calling me ma'am, I know it's time for a haircut. It's happened to me that much.
      Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

      "I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily

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      • #18
        I have hair about 1 inch past shoulder length. These days I still have the hair but also a beard. When i was younger and was working my wonderful 8 years at the ice rink i once had a little boy say to his mama "mama, is that a boy or a girl" LOL... actually i think its pretty silly our societies conforming to hair length for women and men. heck i have a long ponytail and my girlfriend has a cute short hair do heheh.
        There Can Be Only One

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        • #19
          Some of the local inbreeds call me a drag queen when they want to insult the fact that I'm dressed up and made up nicely, and they chose to go out wearing the same clothes they'd been farming in/working in all day long. I personally believe wear what's comfortable as long as it doesn't burn other people's eyes and it fits you properly, but a LOT of people where I live have a HUUUUUGE problem with people (even guys!) who dress up nicely to go out on a night on the town.

          Drag queen? I'm sorry....but I'm only inches over 5'0 tall, there is nothing masculine about the way I look or sound, you can tell I'm a woman through and through. Find a better insult, like Barbie or something. That's what everyone else calls me and it works better.
          You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth

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          • #20
            Well, if they can't tell what gender a member of their own species is, I guess that's probably a pretty good indication of why they are out with each other.

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            • #21
              I really like what most people would consider to be effeminate guys, so I would love to have some guys who look more like women work around where I live, lol.

              Yeah, people think it's weird, cause I'm supposed to like the mainstream macho stereotype of a guy, but I really don't.

              In Japan men who are more effeminate, are called Bishounen, and admired. So I'm suggesting to the guys who get mistaken for women, maybe you should try getting a job at a comic con or Anime convention. I think the women there would be much more appreciative of you.

              I also do acknowledge I'm a nerd, and if all if this sounds far too nerdy to you, I'll understand. Just throwing it out there.

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              • #22
                I'm no bishounen, but damned if I'm not mistaken for one!

                I am 5'4'' and 150 of muscle and ass fat. I have boobs and tiny hands, 2.5 ft. long hair, and combat boots on at work.

                "Hey, mister!" and if I don't turn, "DUDE!! What the hell?" NO!

                I have a little woman southern voice on the phone," Okay, thanks Mr. Pizza Guy!" RARARRARAAAAA RAAAAH!!

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                • #23
                  I've never been mistaken for a male in person...but I do have a deep voice. I've been teased about having a "900-number" voice.

                  Anyway, when I get a cold or my sinus/allergy problem is in full swing, my voice gets even deeper.

                  During those times, I get the occasional "sir".

                  "So, if you wanna put places like that outta business, just stop being so rock-chewingly stupid." ~ Raudf, 9/19/13

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                  • #24
                    Oh, yes, I have a friend with long, red hair, a willowy body type, and a graceful carriage. He could have some very strong game if he could figure out how to work it. Women love him.

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                    • #25
                      Quoth Skeksin View Post
                      I think if Darth Vader worked a customer service job he would even be called a woman on occasion.....

                      Then the customer would die from the force choke
                      That would make an awesome comic strip.
                      "If we refund your money, give you a free replacement and shoot the manager, then will you be happy?" - sign seen in a restaurant

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                      • #26
                        Go to YouTube and look at the Chad Vader vids. Just make sure you aren't drinking. And pee first.

                        I dunno about comic strip, but the web series is hysterical.

                        Darth Vader's younger brother Chad works retail.

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                        • #27
                          Quoth wierd View Post
                          I have no idea why this always happens its not like I'm the only guy working there (currently 3 but we have a new guy starting tomorrow) yet I know it never happens to them.
                          Have you got pretty hair?
                          Tamezin

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                          • #28
                            My brother got mistaken for female once at school. And hit on. Here's the scene:

                            My lanky brother (6'1, shoulder length hair, and nothing resembling a female figure) is walking up the walk to class.

                            A car drives by, and my brother hear's a few catcalls.
                            "Hey sweety, want a ride?"
                            "Yeah hotstuff, come have fun with us!" (or something similarly degrading, and would naturally send any woman into a swoon)

                            My brother naturally looks around for this 'hotstuff' and sees noone. He stops. The guys see it as a clue that their charming ways are winning 'her' over. More encouragements ensue and my brother finally turns around.

                            In his basement voice he issues forth: "Sup, cupcake"

                            Dudes didn't want him afterall.

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                            • #29
                              (Flashbacks to 1969)

                              I was visiting my cousin Annette in BF, ID {Blackfoot}. I'm riding around the main drag with her. A couple of her girlfriends see us and say "Who's the new chick with Annette? With sideburns?!?!"

                              (I had straight hair about 4 inches below my chin)
                              I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
                              Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
                              Derails threads faster than a pocket nuke.

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                              • #30
                                Back in 1976, when I was 16, I had fairly long hair, and I hadn't yet developed any facial hair whatsoever, but, in my opinion, I still looked male. Apparently I was mistaken.

                                I was in the hospital, and was being taken on a gurney to some procedure or another, and I had the sheet pulled up to my chin. At one floor, a gentleman got on the elevator with us, and started chatting with my mom. I wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying until the guy said to my mom, "...and your daughter looks just like you." I was stunned for a second, and then, all I could say was, "I'm her SON!"

                                That was the only time I can remember being mistaken for female. Within a few years, I had developed facial hair. With a vengeance.

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