I see right through you, I know right through you, yeah!

During my three-day trip to NYC I stayed with a womyn I met on Craigslist. She is easily the loneliest dyke I have ever met. "I really like your hair," she said eagerly as I walked into her apartment. 

My hair is cut short as a boy's right now. Possibly shorter. It lays nicely and feminishly, and plus, I have one of those heads that doesn't look good with long hair. My hair is a point of ire with my family, because they believe women should have long hair. Immediately I called my sister to gloat. "Someone in New York liked my hair," I told her, "She said it's chic," I lied. 

"That's great," she replied, "You two'll be shopping for babies together in no time."