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Oh no. OH HELL NO.

You aren't a boy. YOU'RE A MOTHERFUCKING MAN.

You fail to realize, of course, you should have asked if you were a man or a woman, but that's really neither here nor there.

The point is this:

YOU ARE A MAN!

You love having a Y chromosome and external genitalia, which you keep extra safe at all times. You love being built with a slight tendency towards muscular growth rather than that of fatty tissue. You love being inclined towards being tall. You love children's cartoons about ponies that are generally aimed towards little girls.

Wait, did you say that? Shit... I mean...

Aw, fuck it.

YOU'RE A MAN. YOU CAN LOVE THOSE PONIES ALL YOU WANT. PONIES ARE MOTHERFUCKING AMAZING AND ARE NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF.

While you're off ranting about how much of a man you are and how much you love ponies, a thought occurs to you. What kind of hairstyle do you have again? Shit. Fucking minimalist representation in the mirror won't tell you, so you guess it's up to the same people who said you were a boy MAN to decide your hairstyle. And hopefully they'll do it in a way that is both respectful and not a single word. It's very rude.

[What kind of hairstyle do you have?]