Julie can *not* wrap her head around me. Even though she's known me for 7-8 damn years. She keeps thinking that since "I'm a boy now", I should hate wearing makeup and sewing and all the other ->-bleeped-<-tastic things that make me me.
Oddly, I think she's the only one I know who's weirded out by any of it. Friends online all know me as a walking study in eclectic, most people I know IRL (that are close friends) have seen me enough to know how ridiculously psyched out I get when I'm cooking, how I really don't mind helping female friends shop for clothes/shoes, other definitively non-manly things.
I think, like I've heard some others say, now that I've finally came out and said it all, and realized that I'm not just a "boyish girl", I'm a lot more comfortable doing all these weird, mildly feminine things. Though, I'll always argue that sewing is *not* girly. And NOT 'pansy'. What's more badass than being able to make your own stuff, and provide for yourself/those around you? So ha.