The Division!
Here I am gay (homic, pidaras – call me as you like, I’m poch). And about this most of my girls know, and for a long time: boys-boys-men as they grow up changed in their eyes.
Question: why every second made claims, say, you don’t look at me "as a woman"?! And no, it wasn’t meant to "notice a new hairstyle"—this was just fine. She did not eat, she was meant as a woman who carried a whistleblower.
I have to look like her, at least. Not that painful sadness.
WTF to you?

You, dear, are just communicating with foolish girls who are very concerned about the question of “marriage and pen”. Change the circle of communication, and everyone will get stuck.