To follow up more previous post, I still don't get clocked but I did get clocked in the head a couple dozen times. See, people worry about clocking but that's just stares and sticks and stones and all, but for me, when my BF's roommate got jealous or whatever cause men liked me, and she told people I told her not to tell cause of what the repercussions could be, she did anyway and I almost died.
People think passing is all rainbows and butteflies, but when peeps from where I used to live, moved out for good yesterday from North Philadelphia at 20th and Susquehanna (Google street view it and you'll see how bad it is). My BF and I went back to out parents to regroup.
But back to the point, these guys were attracted to me and when they found out I was not FAAB, they tried to kill me. They beat me within an inch of my life. I awoke in an ambulance, clinging to life. Sometimes I think if I din't have my hormones on me, maybe they wouldn't have done it, but when they ripped that out of my purse, they were like bingo, threw the a 3 month's supply everywhere, leaving me hormoneless ('cept for the kindness of a Susan's member who helped me get by next month), the beat down began. I remember nothing after the first punch. My head exploded blood like a coconut. I have very delicate bones.
So, remember kids, passing is good, but if you pass, and live in a bad neighborhood, if you get found out, you die.