Clothes (and hair) do not make the man

On our holiday trip, I was mistaken for a guy at the marketplace of a smallish town. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt at the time, and the person who thought I was male, was a woman of 50-60 years.

OK, so I've got a mohawk now... and my clothes aren't very girly (black, brown, shades of green but never pink or pastel), but how can a person not see me for what I am, with a T-shirt (under which I'm a C-cup)?

Another mistake almost happened during that same trip, this time the other person was a man of... I dunno, well over 60 anyway. He said something like: "And this... oh, is it a girl?" to which my father said, "Yes, she's my older daughter."

Daddy dearest still couldn't refer to my wife as "wife", though; it was *pause* "...friend."

Ah, summer

My summer holidays have officially started! First steady job, first real summer holiday.. finally! It's only a short one (a bit over two weeks, because I moved the third week to spring 2007), but it's enough. And I've earned it!

The previous post was made through Flickr, with my new cell phone, which I bought on my holiday pay.

I didn't attend the local Pride this year, because I was working at the time, but maybe next year.. it all depends on when I get my holiday the next time.

We've had a real heatwave here for about a week now, maybe longer, and even though I'm uncomfortably hot most of the time, I refuse to complain. This is such a rare occurrence that I intend to enjoy every moment! Besides, I'm still working on my tan (and freckles)...

Test post

Test post
Originally uploaded by Matsu71.

Maybe I won't have to set up a separate MMS blog after all...