A cute little gay boy came into the store today with a faux-hawk. He was a little punk boy complete with tight black pants and funky shoes. I could tell he was feeling the discomfort that one feels when they are worried that they are going to be judged for their appearance (because they generally have been in the past). I wanted to reassure him everything was cool by commenting that I used to have a mohawk back in the 80's when I was his age...but I figured he would just think I was some old lady trying too hard to identify with him, so I just smiled and looked him in the eye and treated him like any other customer.
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