So far, in my years of putting first one toe in the water of gender non-conformity, then another, I've never understood why anyone would want to do make-up, jewelry, or nail polish.
Until yesterday.
I was getting ready to go out and had put on a green dress I'd just (mostly) finished and, in a fit of daring, some JMS* fuchsia tights I'd found at a Walmart (but it's not shown on their website! Oh, JMS, I feel so betrayed! I thought we had no secrets from one another!), and I thought, something's missing, I need something to match the tights. I tried putting on a pink T-shirt under the dress, but the lettering showed and it generally looked awful.
Then I thought: if only my fingernails matched the tights!
IOW: nail polish!
I didn't put any on, mostly because I didn't have any, and anyway it'll take a while for me to reconcile my rather masculine features with something like nail polish, but I can see it on the horizon.
* JMS = Just My Size, a brand name for plus-sized hosiery.