Androgeny, nature's rubix cube

Androgeny is so fucked up. I know i'm not the girliest girl out there, but i like to think people know what sexe i am just bu looking at me. I've never caught anyone looking at me and then thought to myself "that person has no idea what i am, i must be having a "Pat" moment" I mean that look must be recognizable and i've personally never caught anyone looking at me like that.

This week i'm doing a special project away from my regular office. They've turned me into a corporate spy and they've sent me into the abyss! It's fuckng crazy here, but that's beside the point.

So i'm in the new call center, that's within another company's call center, they're like our subcontractor or something to that effect. So people who work in that other call center are walking around us all day. There's this one person, i swear to god, even a psychic couldn't figure this one out. We're talking bermuda shorts/Hawaiiïn shirt/pink mohawk/shaved legs/what appears to be very long but not fullydevelopedd moustache-pinch/no boobs. I have no idea what i'm looking at here, no fucking clue. But it's like a car crash, you can't help but stare whenever he/she/it walks by.