Every month or so I try it to see if it looks ok on me and I may as well be painting on the inability to be seen in public. Putting on a layer of foundation really is like wiping the smile off my face.

There’s something about it; no matter how much, how little, or how “good” people insist it looks, it’s too much. All I see is the same face from a year ago. It ends up making my masculine face shape more obvious by contrast to the beautiful parts being highlighted.

I never feel more hopelessly male than when I have makeup on.